The fighting is over, the battle is won
Overhead the crows are gathering
The dead lay like a grisly carpet
Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly
Worst of all is the heart rending whimpering
Of men knowing they are about to die and are afraid
The victors celebrate in the great hall
With drink and food in plenty
Raising glasses to the glorious dead
What's glorious about it?
The losers, in chains, sit bemused
Trying to work out where they went wrong
Exhausted horses in the stables
Stand with heads hanging low
To tired to eat, barely able to drink
But Man will always find an excuse to fight man
For freedom, for greed, for religion, for love, for land
And though those that have won are glad
Relieved to be alive to see this victory
Yet at this moment, the only true winners
Are the crows that are now descending.
What a great way to get us to see the way of wars. that crows are the winner. however. it is sad that wars are necessary.: (. even animals and all the earth hates war. but we must. because of the enemy.
WOW what an amazing picture this poem paint,10 for Tiyler, keep this up! !
Love to the humanity is the underlined theme here and wars against the spirit of life and also dreadful. Great thoughts.
Strong message; speaks truth; really engages reader and evokes them to visualize the situation word by word; sticking
Watch grammar and punctuation, but apart from that it's a very vivid and compelling read. I particularly like the last line. Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your depth of wisdom here is amazing, in that you have painted such a clear picture of who the real winners are in a battle, the crows. The contrast of the pain of those left dying and the victory celebration is just great. A MAJOR 10 from me!