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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нет рядом никого, как ни дыши
- Новелла Матвеева – Отражённым светом
- The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope
- Олег Бундур – Как папа прогуливал школу
- Юлия Друнина – Русский вечер
- Константин Бальмонт – Народные поверья
- Наум Коржавин – Ленинград
- Robert Burns: Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee: With an Impression of the Author’s Portrait.
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- The Pleasures of Memory
- Николай Языков – Жизни баловень счастливый
- The Lads in Their Hundreds poem – A. E. Housman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сыт я по горло, до подбородка
- Raw Silk by Vinita Agrawal
- The Heart That Is Pining by Timothy Thomas Fortune
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).
