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
- Oonts by Rudyard Kipling
- In The Carolinas by Wallace Stevens
- Олег Сердобольский – Угадай, в какой руке
- All In A Word
- Endless Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Спросили раз меня: “Вы любите ли НЭП?”
- How to Earn Money Writing and Selling Books
- Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Языков – А. И. Готовцевой (Влюблен я, дева-красота)
- Ирина Гурина – Как появляются листочки
- TRANSPARENCY by Satish Verma
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- A Eulogy by Shaunna Harper
- Who is now Reading This? by Walt Whitman
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).
