To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
War Oh beauty where have you gone? The renewed cold of winter is upon us and I see you not. Oh give me some snow, or a cold rain to let me know you’re there. I stare into the evening sun and find there is nothing, Nothing in the vast night of war. What is to become of humanity in the face of injury, injustice, and intolerance? Hand me my sword that I may smite down the evil that is upon us. I will drink of the cup of the viper and pour my venom out into the world. With one small stroke order is abolished, and we all stand ready to destroy this Satan’s agent wherever he may be. This is not the solution but the problem. |
Sorry, there are no critiques for this poem in our system... If the poem is older, the critiques have been purged!