Thunder rolls in the distance
like drums of a heartbeat
stomping through the veins of
humanity
Fires of ignorance smolder
across oceans of contempt
Babies cry sorrows of the forgotten
beneath footsteps of elite
The sun does not shine today
we have been warned before
too much blood spilled on
her lovely face
Her children have not learned
from past mistakes
fathers killing mother's son
breeding everlasting hate.
Excellent Mel, it's a pity so few feel as (we) do about the futility of war, and the bastards who promote it. With respect, Jerry
fathers killing mother's son breeding everlasting hate. A great ending to a sad poem, will they ever learn?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
makes me feel mad in the good way