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
- House Of Silence by Philip Levine
- In the Blaze.. by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- The Fable of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] poem – Alexander Pope
- Алексей Жемчужников – Зимнее чувство
- Alone You Passed by William Ellery Leonard
- To One who Loved not Poetry by Sappho
- Devotion by Robert Frost
- Celebrity Style Of The Week: Gabriel Akinosho
- Алишер Навои – Словно зеркало, сияет лик твой
- In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Midsummer Mobile by Sylvia Plath
- earthfast.html
- Flying Wishes by Osman cisse Hanif
- Trendy Madness In Fashion Meccas
- Aftershock by William Marr
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).
