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
- My Views of Man by Ronald G. Auguste
- Epigram on Andrew Turner by Robert Burns
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Есть много всяких мук – и много я их знаю)
- The Midnight Mass
- Haiku: His Little Drum by Monty Gilmer
- Engagements by Satish Verma
- Владислав Ходасевич – Нет, не шотландской королевой
- Laughter In The Senate by Sidney Lanier
- On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Высоцкий – Случай
- By the Spring, at Sunset by Vachel Lindsay
- A Parsonage In Oxfordshire by William Wordsworth
- Everymaid by John Oxenham
- София Парнок – Сегодня с неба день поспешней
- Николай Заболоцкий – Обед
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).
