war the game of power, the toy of the greedy ones it's vicious and heinous it annihilates mankind history witnessed this atrocities but man never learns
why?
here are some causes I know there sre more but the popular ones they're hard to ignore
some say to reduce population some say it's for fun what's with all the profits from selling nukes and guns
ah..what about the people did they die in vain? or were they just poor victims and simply forgotten?
well here we are again with Russia against Ukraine much like always nothing ever change
victims here and there refugees everywhere would you be so kind for them and say a little prayer?
now I can say more but I feel distressed my heart is bleeding and yet I am helpless
one thing I can say if I held the key I would stop this madness make this world safe and free for you and me, and the whole humanity
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
I have written so many poems about war. They are all in abstract forms.
This is one of the only rhymed piece I have done. I hope it gives a clear message how brutal and heinous war is.
Both the costs and causes of this war today goes beyond just lunacy on anybody's crazy meter. It was so unnecessary if only diplomacy were unshackled by the chains of energy dependency. The entire oil industry has created and enabled the social-economic mess as well environmental catastrophe playing out in the world's economy. The world is at a tipping point both ways...... Your poem reflects on these causes.
pawns are mindless they do what they're told the herds are pushed and ask no questions you seem to be one of them I wouldn't doubt you're narrow-minded you know not what is right
Comments (6)
What's with all the nukes amongst the G7.
Strong words. I like the rhyming.
Thanks Mic.
Both the costs and causes of this war today goes beyond just lunacy on anybody's crazy meter. It was so unnecessary if only diplomacy were unshackled by the chains of energy dependency. The entire oil industry has created and enabled the social-economic mess as well environmental catastrophe playing out in the world's economy. The world is at a tipping point both ways...... Your poem reflects on these causes.
the herds are pushed and ask no questions
you seem to be one of them I wouldn't doubt
you're narrow-minded you know not what is right
to be continued.