The Hemlocks Of War Poem by Akash Mandal

The docile doves have
been mocked enough,
by the darting drones
that are built to snuff;
and the olive branches
have been dripping red,
ever since we put our faith,
in capsules of lead.

At a time, when we
need open libraries,
the governments are
plotting robotic militaries.
and for how long should
our nations linger in fear,
from the day-to-day threats
of dropping nuclear.

Every time we wear our
remembrance poppies,
remember, that our heroes
died hoping for peace;
and lest we rise above
the hemlocks of war,
the flowers of mercy, will
remain covered in gore.

Violence has a domino effect,
only triggers more hate,
won't stop unless we make
an effort to communicate;
and since the future is
indeed today's derivative,
it's high time that we changed,
this dystopian narrative.