Cliffe Zaki


Censure Of War - Poem by Cliffe Zaki

The fury of a desert as it burns.
Icy winds blow over ruins in turns.
Tears in cold silent nights with ghostly runs.
As vile magic fade away in guns.
The curse of the land is swept away by storm.

As dawn promises an array vast,
The sun unfolds a new trust.
Agony find its place in the past
While a million creatures,
See their soul turn into dust.
The curse of the land is swept away by storm.

In cold prayers they turn to the mighty above.
With a solemn swear never to revive the rough.
As some tear down for their lost loves.
The chilly breeze takes up the hopeless doves.
The curse of the land is swept away by storm.

Slowly the brave blossom from the dust.
With the hope to build a fortress that lasts.
And a strong conviction that three things first,
A new dawn, a new dusk, a new start.
The curse of the land is swept away by storm.

Topic(s) of this poem: love, peace, war


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015



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