Poems about War

Poems about War
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Poem by Lubnah Parker, South Africa
 
Why is there so much hate in this world, people everywhere?
What make us any different when we breathe the same air.
We talk about peace, but think about hate.
I don't even need to elaborate. 
Religious values should bring prosperity and humility, so why is it
used for persecution, discrimination and immorality! 
So much history of killing each other, yet we call mankind our sister
and brother.
What is it that we want to achieve? How much more blood should we spill
to believe.
There is no land left on earth not tainted since birth. Is all this
pain really worth the gain. When will we realise that our hearts beat
the same song. How do we live in a world, where there is so much unjust
yet we play along. 
How do we not become a part, when every drop bleeds within my heart. 
When will this war come to an end, there must be a solution to
comprehend.
What are we waiting for? Killing, rape, and so much more. So much hate,
we can all relate. 
How will we make our people see? 
When all that is left will be you and me...
 
 
A Beautiful Paradox.
by  Dc88crx
     
      Its like a thousand brave men
      With a thousand brave hearts
      Fighting for survival
      Trying to make it to the top
     
      You fight for you own freedom
      Whilst someone else's gets the chop
      And as for all the dregs
      you round them up
      And cart them off.
     
      The way i see it
      It's a beautiful paradox
 
 
PRIDE AND GLORY
      Mrs C.Richardson,York,UK 
       
      Falling comrades display
      Soundless screaming faces
      crumbling silently
      amid flying shrapnel
      Explosions destroying
      Maiming  mercilessly
      leaving bloody torsos
      Afghanistan safer?
 
 
ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH
Wilfred Owen, 1917
 
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? 
Only the monstrous anger of the guns. 
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle 
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; 
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; 
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all? 
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes 
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. 
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; 
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, 
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
 
 
 
 
 
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