Udaya R. Tennakoon


One Of Wests - Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

You have Silent neutrality
Called Peace of quality
Dressed up beauty of democracy
Dealing with the secret hypocrisy

You've sharpen bullet quantity
It's the harvest of the nationality
War for the defeat or the victory
Brings a loss for the factory


The rest in a blood bath humanity
You‘ve a washed hand guilty
For peace a profitable cruelty
It's said modern history

Topic(s) of this poem: europe, hypocrisy, nationality, peace, switzerland, war and peace


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016



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