Proud Of Itself Poem by Dorsey Baker

Proud Of Itself

War is a cloud
That comes down dark
And heavy it's weight
Disturbing peaceful skies

War is a cloud
Appearing out of darkness
Bringing along
Stormy weather
Death and destruction

Thunder erupting
Breaking silence
And lightning flashing
A mask of danger
Upon its face

War is a cloud that's full of hate
That comes out of nowhere
Killing and destroying
And being so very proud of itself!

Sunday, May 12, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: war,weather
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