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
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вы были у Беллы
- Владимир Маяковский – У шахтера нет чая, нет табаку, нет сахару… (РОСТА №604)
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- lost_love_is_never_lost.html
- Not marble nor the guilded monuments (Sonnet 55) by William Shakespeare
- Pity For Poor Africans by William Cowper
- Наум Коржавин – Еж и Заяц
- The Puzzler by Rudyard Kipling
- Lord when the wise men came from farr by Sidney Godolphin
- Robert Burns: Young Jockie Was The Blythest Lad:
- Khanaa’s Song by Mallika Sengupta
- Ольга Высотская – Снежный кролик
- Haiku: The Bluebird and the Sky by Monty Gilmer
- Владимир Британишский – Дом (Время ведь с годами ведь)
- House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
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).
