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
- Sunshine by Vin lan
- Hauntings by Rupert Brooke
- The house where I was born (08) by Yves Bonnefoy
- Edom O’ Gordon poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Love is the Water of Life by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Epigram pinned to Mrs. Riddell’s carriage by Robert Burns
- Spring in Town by William Cullen Bryant
- Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare
- Not A Star
- Bigtime by Shel Silverstein
- If You Only Knew by Robert Desnos
- Off Mesolongi poem – Alfred Austin
- Negligence
- Владимир Британишский – Молния ударяет
- I turn my head by Vladimir Marku
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).
