you have made your gods
in your own image.
and so you follow war
to the brink of your own
extinction!
yet the mouths of the souls
that you starve and slaughter,
speak the names of the god
that you've forgotten!
she answers with faces,
faces you choose not to see!
you dig the graves of your children,
to feed the beast within!
you arm yourselves with moral justice,
dress the lie in prideful prejudice.
but the howl in the night
is not the wind!
it is the cry of the blood
on your hands!
Spot on analysis and confirmation with war associated with god and country. I remember what Voltaire said “we treat God like a Pasha or a Sultan capable of being exasperated and appeased” that was some 250 years ago and nothings changed. accept the names of the victims. Great write
Fine thoughts in a succinct and precise poem with a message as timely as the ages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem you offer us! Love the very important message.Thank you