Blood is bitter nor sweet,
not even sour,
it seems a taste of death,
blended with ashes and dust,
innocents slain with pains,
who is to stop feuds,
fires grow in grasses,
and winds rush through windows,
when newborn screams for life,
sun blazes the sands,
peace glitters like mirage,
man mutates to monster,
when life is bitter than death.
A thoughtful poem, so nicely penned, blood is blood and nothing else.
peace glitters like mirage, man mutates to monster, when life is bitter than death. strong desire for lasting peace. a lovely and beautiful poem. unique and marvalous wayo fputting it....10 read mine territorial integrity...martyres
fabulous poetry shared...your choice of words are unique now and strong! ! ! well done.....
A poetic heart yearning for peace and tranquility, beautifully expressed! 10
when mutants play the role of monsters, i am sure it is inhuman...but when mutants are programmed to do good works, so they are human...ur piece is nice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
profound and heartfelt poem.. when newborn screams for life, sun blazes the sands, peace glitters like mirage, man mutates to monster, when life is bitter than death.