»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #3
»
War is hell
| Open Poetry #3 |
|
War is hell |
|
|
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
a little girl once asked me why does it rain red why are some lies filled with lead why do we kill when we have the power to live no good answer i could ever give as a cloud of mushroom blows up in the distance radiation blows through her hair she was so pretty such an angel but we kill the messenger because the message is so strong we do dance with devils we call them fancy names make up reasons for our ways but its our nature to hurt destroy whats beautiful what brings joy we would love to be gods we already judge halfway there so sad were unwilling to take the final plunge to mercy, for peace war is hell there lies no release.. ------------------ |
||
| © Copyright 1999 John Dixon - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Julie Senior Member
since 1999-08-20
Posts 739Houston, TX |
Excellent Jackel! A perfect description that the tragedies of war play on the innocent. ------------------ Julie ------------------------- Thou who has given so much to me, give one thing more: a grateful heart. >George Herbert |
||
|
Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Dito! Excellent piece, Jackal. ------------------ Denise |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||