Lies are misshappened truths
Intended to convert others to their view.
The prize be to destroy facts
As they shed false teardrops, anew.
Their lament is that there be war
Tho other’s blood be shed, no less.
Forgotten are lessons learned before.
Expecting the foe to yield to kindness
From a thoughtful heart.
How good they feel to be above it all
Intent on forging peace from the start
Regardless of the loss, as humanity faces the bitter fall.
History repeats for those who forget
That submission does not hope beget.
I can't work out if you're agreeing with my sonnet, or not, Sidi. Until halfway down I thought you were merely paraphasing my work, but then...? A strange echo, yet a gnawing suspicion that you're saying that the thoughtful approach is a fool's paradise. Perhaps it is. Interested to know your rationale, in plain words? Best wishes. jack :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Today, as I came back to read your poems after a long time... I just ran into this one. It has a different flair.. at first I thought it was a psychological analysis of thoughts and beyond...... and I went on to read it again... there is something I felt was different.... it is very thought provoking. In short - I actually did like it.