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
- The King Of Sweden by William Wordsworth
- Feroza
- Kite by Vattacharja Chandan
- Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
- Ольга Берггольц – Из блокнота сорок первого года
- To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday poem – Alexander Pope
- Two Wings by Ricardo Sternberg
- Английская поэзия. Уильям Шекспир. Сонет 139. Оправдывать меня не принуждай. William Shakespeare. Sonnet 139. o call not me to justify the wrong
- The Laws of God, The Laws of Man by A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo:
- GESTURES by Satish Verma
- Against Hope
- Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
- On Going Unnoticed by Robert Frost
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Дафнис подслушивает сов
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).
