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
- mine danse macabre doppelganger by matthew scott harris
- Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Омар Хайям – Мой друг, о завтрашнем заботиться не след
- In Memoriam F.O.S. by Sara Teasdale
- The Quality of Courage by Stephen Vincent Benet
- When The Two Sisters Go To Fetch Water by Rabindranath Tagore
- Excerpt From The Gertrude Stein Collaborative Series
- Омар Хайям – Долго ль спину придется мне гнуть или нет
- Seal
- A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats
- Black riders came from the sea. by Stephen Crane
- Ольга Повещенко – Фотограф смотрит в объектив
- Sea of lavender ( 4 pre-summer poems ) by Vasil Slavov
- Love Sonnet XXV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Rain by Reena Ribalow
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).
