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
- Orlando Furioso Canto 18 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Ольга Берггольц – Не сына, не младшего брата
- Омар Хайям – Лучше пить и веселых красавиц ласкать
- Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Заболоцкий – Слепой
- Burning Oneself Out
- Sonnet CXXXV by William Shakespeare
- Early Spring by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Thalidomide by Sylvia Plath
- Teachers Day special
- A Faery’s Lament poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Исикава Такубоку – Дом
- Moon, I hear you are moving away by Raj Arumugam
- Summon Me by Walid Saba
- On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time poem – John Keats poems
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).
