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
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- In These Present Times How Worried Should We Be?
- A New Year Greeting by W H Auden
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- Psalm 05 poem – John Milton poems
- Before a Midnight Breaks in Storm by Rudyard Kipling
- Elegy on the Year 1788 by Robert Burns
- Владимир Корнилов – Игра судьбы
- The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Алишер Навои – О таинствах любви
- Ольга Берггольц – Песня дочери
- Little Fugue by Sylvia Plath
- Константин Батюшков – Мщение
- The Strange Lady by William Cullen Bryant
- The Progress of Poesy by Thomas Gray
- Interrupted Meditation by Robert Hass
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).
