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
- Ольга Берггольц – Таков мой подарок тебе за измену
- Олег Григорьев – Как вы думаете, где лучше тонуть
- Hope, Like The Short-lived Ray That Gleams Awhile by William Cowper
- Иван Мятлев – Сельское хозяйство
- A Sunrise Song. by Sidney Lanier
- Merging, Emerging by Shahida Latif
- Федор Сологуб – Лепестками завялыми
- Валерий Брюсов – Есть что-то позорное в мощи природы
- Father And Son by Mac McGovern
- Denis poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- L’Envoi by Rudyard Kipling
- A March Afternoon poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- White April
- Вера Полозкова – Мой великий кардиотерапевт
- Devonshire Street W.1 poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
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).
