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
- Олег Бундур – Папа собирается на рыбалку
- Know thy SELF by Neelam Sinha
- Ballade Of The Midnight Forest poem – Andrew Lang poems
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
- The Heart That Is Pining by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Bituminous? by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Маяковский – О дряни
- Hymn To Adversity by Thomas Gray
- Олег Бундур – Колыбельная для мамы
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Светлые ночи
- Pay your last respects by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- The Houses by Rudyard Kipling
- Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats by Sylvia Plath
- Sea Dreams poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Наум Коржавин – Нелепые ваши затеи
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).
