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
- To the author(s) of Manimekalai by T. Wignesan
- Владимир Британишский – Багульник, ельник, изволоки, взгорья
- Алексей Жемчужников – Радостные куплеты
- The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- Robert Burns: Written By Somebody On The Window Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.: Of an Inn at Stirling, on seeing the Royal Palace in ruin.
- Омар Хайям – Когда фиалки льют благоуханье
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
- The Dunciad: Book I. poem – Alexander Pope
- Fool by Rabindranath Tagore
- On The Death Of Rev. Mr. George Whitefield by Phillis Wheatley
- Prayer of St. Francis Xavier poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
- Sleep
- Николай Гумилев – Леонард
- Interregnum by Weldon Kees
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).
