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
- Sonnet 50: How heavy do I journey on the way by William Shakespeare
- Orange Of Midsummer poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Грусть моя, тоска моя
- A Letter From Italy poem – Alfred Austin
- As With Recitation And The Loss Of A Kuhi
- Омар Хайям – Миг придёт, и смерть исторгнет жадно
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands:
- The Heart’s House by Sara Teasdale
- The Lads in Their Hundreds poem – A. E. Housman
- Adieu poem – Yuvraj Johri poems | Poetry Monster
- South London Sketch poem – John Betjeman poems
- At Night poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алексей Плещеев – Знакомые звуки, чудесные звуки
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мог бы быть я при тёще, при тесте
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть
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).
