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
- Михаил Лермонтов – Завещание
- Know, Celia, Since Thou Art So Proud by Thomas Carew
- Николай Огарев – Смутные мгновенья
- Damayante To Nala In The Hour Of Exile by Sarojini Naidu
- Омар Хайям – Несовместимых мы порой полны желаний
- Олег Карелин – Фото
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Чёрный цвет
- Sonnet 06
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иван да Марья
- The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: A Red, Red Rose: [Hear Red, Red Rose]
- This is Love by Rumi
- Live Inspired With Famous Inspiring Quotes
- An Image From A Past Life by William Butler Yeats
- Такахама Кёси – Как никогда
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).
