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
- Жан де Лафонтен – Язычник и деревянный Идол
- Azure and Gold poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- you say you love the earth by Raj Arumugam
- Olney Hymn 53: My Soul Thirsteth For God by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
- Алишер Навои – Уже белеет голова
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- On A May Glory-A Welcome Song poem – Nithin Purple poems | Poetry Monster
- Upon The Hills Of Georgia poem – Alexander Pushkin
- A Certain Kind of Holy Men
- Two Songs Of A Fool by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Заболоцкий – Старость
- Аля Кудряшева – Ночное
- Николай Карамзин – Анакреонтические стихи А. А. Петрову
- The Keys of Morning by Walter de la Mare
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).
