These Warrior Ways Poem by Paul Warren

These Warrior Ways



A painted red and purple sky
Birds startled fly up high
Thunder rumbles heralding bad times to begin
These last days will mean the end

Who would have thought such magnificence
Would lead to ash and loss of innocence
For when war and destruction rules
We are left as idiotic fools.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Sunday, February 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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