The Worthless Vanity Of War Poem by Peter Vealey

The Worthless Vanity Of War



We think if we purge the evil,
With the worthless vanity of wars.
Unwinnable, undeniable, unsustainable.
We will gain only hollow echoes, (of past traumas.)
In paper-thin propaganda
Stem the blood of innocent victims'
God said, 'revenge is mine.'
Man assumed the mantle.
(Through momentary tiresome brutality.)
And was lost for all time.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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Peter Vealey

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