Untitled War, Part One
Like deeply seeded hatred, bursting in rage
Explosives below the soil move the earth
Shuddering, in violent fits
To reveal the secret, destructive hand
Of a hellbent people
Which soar from the wounded earth
Up, out from hidden places
Massive, roaring, high-riding death
Searing the very sky
Which darkened clouds cover
Over the very pits of hell
In silence, they have saddled
Each warhorse, a warrior, a weapon
That in Godlike majesty
By his very touch, might consume
And conquer, the enemy, by myriads
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
I guess this is more of a scratchpad poem than something I should be posting as finished, but I don't want to lose it, and I haven't the time to finish it presently.
The idea of nuclear war should scare anyone.
We are at a point where humans are literally capable of destroying the ability for our planet to sustain life.
I originally was looking to write an introduction for another poem I had written, which is a post-war setting, although reposting things I've written outside of CS is not something I do.
Anyhow, it is what it is. Sadness.
Comments (3)
rob
inhumanity of it all.