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Udaya R. Tennakoon


Nihilist Eyes


After the heavy rain of bloodiest war
Broken directions are in front where to go
Nihilist eyes of visionary screen of boo
Neither life nor death of the rest of war

Victims are overbear to entomb the past
How it is ignored had the war of last
Victors insist to laugh and to cast
Crimes against humanity will not blast

Without minority called it is motherland
Without symbolic father called it is fatherland
Way of rhythm seems to be a grave land
War of victory celebrates in barren land

The capital runs trampling over the bodies of poor
Profit and commission are poured to the power
A Day today life of fate runs necessarily in low gear
Post war condition that is timeless, this my dear

Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013

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  • Freshman - 1,512 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/17/2013 6:46:00 AM)

    Ah war. Such a terrible state of being. Always fought for the hidden agenda of those who would sacrifice the young and impressionable. The desperate and the brainwashed.
    Always fought to benefit the rich and never the poor. Tell me my friend how can the delivery of violent death be wrapped in rhetoric of peace?
    Violence begets violence.
    Love begets love. However oil companies and drug cartels care not for love, they care only for war and profit.
    Excellent poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Timothy Branch (3/15/2013 9:25:00 AM)

    Fellow wordsmith, we write of the same struggle. Good writing and I catch the message loud and clear. (Report) Reply

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