O for a world at peace;
Heat of its rage, past.
We're nigh! Its the dusking hour.
Shadowing prey's last.
Skipping o'er battlefield facts
Unquenched in faces
Look! How tame in the moonlight
Roaring's yawned traces.
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: peace,war,man,lion