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
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For James Smith:
- Robert Burns: O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier:
- Юрий Коринец – Старухи
- Владимир Маяковский – О том, как некие сектантцы зовут рабочего на танцы
- Наталья Хрущева – Дождик и художник
- Paul’s Wife by Robert Frost
- Apology poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Анатолий Жигулин – О, жизнь! Я всё тебе прощаю
- The Chant of the Indignant of the World by Sunil Sharma
- A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner by Sir Walter Raleigh
- A Man Young And Old: X. His Wildness by William Butler Yeats
- Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster
- Cheery Beggar poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Пустяк у Оки
- Михаил Лермонтов – Воля
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).
