Silken wraps on finite form,
Relax in the lull before the storm,
Stately warriors hear…wars dreaded call,
Lions of war…animals maul.
The proud…the brave,
No one could save,
Battlefields of blood,
Human dust…without a grave,
It’s just a game,
Folly, but no crime,
Who will take the blame?
For the warmongers son’s still shine.
The Maniacs that fight,
And savages that bite,
Have all but lost their sight,
In images, no one considers right.
When all is said and done,
A good war cannot be won.
Just some lose less
In hostilities that only, the devil will bless.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- inscription on Mr. Syme’s crystal goblet by Robert Burns
- Brought From Beyond poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
- Robert Burns: To Daunton Me:
- At The End Of The Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Holy Tree
- Алишер Навои – Осрамился я
- A Good Play by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Shut Not Your Doors, &c. by Walt Whitman
- Song—Address to the Woodlark by Robert Burns
- Ольга Ермолаева – Когда распрямлюсь, озирая работу мою
- Валерий Брюсов – Эту ночь я дышал тишиной
- Meeting and Passing by Robert Frost
- You Are Mine by Pushpendra Singh Baghel
- Sweeney Erect by T. S. Eliot
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
