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
- Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Суд
- And Still to USA they get! by Tom Mukasa
- Only in my dreams by Nina Gabriel
- Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low by Walter Savage Landor
- Василий Курочкин – Мы всё смешное косим, косим
- Umbrella by Mike Yuan
- Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Three Songs Of Zahir U Din
- Robert Burns: John Anderson, My Jo:
- I was born with a cry by Nur Al-Alam
- Hail, Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour by William Wordsworth
- Looks A-Know’d Avore by William Barnes
- Marked with D. by Tony Harrison
- haiku
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).
