Treasure Island

MeganOlivia Maxwell

(25th March)

The innocence of War


The innocence of war is a lie
there is no innocence in killing people
there is no innocence in destroying part of the world
murder of plants animals and many people
where is the innocence in that
More crimes and violence in this unholy cruel world
influenced on war
Death and Karma will come to all who
support this evil devilish thing, sport, crime!
The blood of many men drip on your hands
my hands
our hands
Familys departed over politics
new borns lifes already taken away by men they don't even know
its not there fault
its yours and mine because we don't
Listen! Hear! Speak!
save the life of the real innocence

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The innocence of War by MeganOlivia Maxwell )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. 52!, Edward Kofi Louis
  2. Between War And Freedom, Edward Kofi Louis
  3. For the first time, Joni Lenhart
  4. Slowly-so-Slowly,, Aftab Alam
  5. Her Spirit Sings for Him, Maia Padua
  6. I Am Cast To The Sky, Richard Provencher
  7. Sweet Victory, Edward Kofi Louis
  8. Gorgon With Hair Threatening, Margaret Alice Second
  9. Sober Song, Barton Sutter
  10. I Love Your Crazy Bones, Barton Sutter

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]