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
- Ulysses poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- You Ask Me, Why, Tho’ Ill at Ease poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Spirituality of Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet
- Олег Бундур – Если вы придёте в лес
- Andromeda poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Новелла Матвеева – Василий Андреевич
- A Child’s Grace by Robert Herrick
- The Taxi poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- White and Green poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A City Remembered by Vernon Scannell
- Николай Заболоцкий – Слепой
- Dust by Sara Teasdale
- Olney Hymn 59: A Living And A Dead Faith by William Cowper
- Владимир Луговской – Пепел
- Translations Dante Inferno Canto Xxvi
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).
