The sound of guns
Could be heard everywhere
There was no immediate hope of peace
Neither for the young nor for the old
Shivering out there in the cold
Even in the dark and dank air-raid shelter
The frightened people ran helter-skelter
Fears and tensions rose high
As military flares lit up the sky
This was no firework display
But an attempt to keep the enemy at bay
The aged and children were readied for flight
While the rest could only moan their plight
Nothing seemed remotely right
With neighboring countries determined to fight
This exchange of gunfire when finally done
Will leave behind human debris by the tonne
And will then perhaps go down in history
As just another avoidable catastrophe
The flow and the point have been very well taken, A great write of what fighting can do to us.10++
u have painted it very well..very! amazing and wonderful work uv pictured it so vividly u have a beautiful mind and as are u dear friend
Restrained writing style which is best for rising above the immediate carnage to envision the future effects..lots of skill in this one. (smile)
War is a man made catasthrope and we all knew it so well.Great job Sandra.
War is a fascinating word for me, and your poetry is fascinatingly agonising, a task it set out to achieve.
A vivd picture of war, mans inhumanity to man goes on and on. Well said well written.
The sound of guns Could be heard everywhere There was no immediate hope of peace.......yes all attempts for war bring misery and catstrophies.. estrution everywhere.......10 read mine 'banvelont dictator' and matryres
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
iT CREATES AN aura of war.........a jaw of masculinity.I like it coz' myself from maritime and martial background.A 10 for you from a warrior.