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
- My Mother’s Body by Marge Piercy
- Владимир Вишневский – Из дневника читателя
- The Fabulists by Rudyard Kipling
- Федор Тютчев – А.А. Фету (Тебе сердечный мой поклон)
- Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- In Between The Strophes
- Misery And Splendor by Robert Hass
- Calais, August 1802 by William Wordsworth
- “`Covet who will the patronage of Kings ” poem – Alfred Austin
- Николай Тихонов – Когда людям советским
- His Dream by William Butler Yeats
- In A Restaurant by Sara Teasdale
- To One who Loved not Poetry by Sappho
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).
