Poem -
Warlord
At the heart you can hear
The death march play;
The suffering just like fingernails
Across the wooden table
Splinters penetrate inwards
Is the death of thousands
Like cattle to slaughter
Tears across the face
First the corners
Then the eyeball
Mostly the heart
Is suffering
So much suffering
Snipers shooting everywhere Peace is nowhere
Children and women dead
Husbands and fathers gone
And we must look at ourselves
And wonder about
The cruelty that kills
So
I am
Killing
I am a
soldier
And
killing
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I like this on Jai. Shows so much about our world leaders and their inability to have compassion and their warlord like stances in the face of so much suffering. Lovely piece.
Michael this war is a tragedy of epic
proportion; like all war, thank you
for acknowledgment, please G d
they fatigue soon and sign for
peace!
I agree and I pray for peace everyday. As with all Muslims, for which I am a moderate, I feel like so much suffering causes a dilution in our religion and it's time for us moderates to speak out against so much hate and virile attitudes that dilute the very essence of Islam through war and the violence against our natures. Peace be with you and may the Prophet be by your side always.
I always think that
religion is an excuse for killing
it is almost always about power
Islam is a peaceful religion
as all religions
is only man that is not peaceful
you
You are very gracious
Thank you Michael.
No thank you for your poem and you wisdom in writing such a masterpiece.