When war begins
Nobody thinks about the ending
And the thousands who
Will be affected...
Displaced
Or
Dismembered.
Instead,
Those responsible
Blindly attack
Beating their chests,
Banging their drums,
Hoping
For
Justice.
Everyone
Suffers in the end,
And we promise
to learn from our mistakes.
Years go by,
Amnesia strikes again,
And we conveniently
Forget our promise
To humanity.
It begins again
Just like before,
And ends without resolve.
The world is again
Connected only
By the communal
Tears that fall.
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3 comments:
What a truly wonderful image of war. You are the great poet of my time.
man can never be still
he always needs to kill
peace exists because of fear
not because the foe is dear
blood and iron
bombs and siren
pretending in a sheep skin
every fox wanting to be lion
families are swept away
orphans crying in every way
will there be hope today
for the suffers of braves
Wow you're really good :)
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