War

War,
You doth rob us,
Of Life in Beauty's prime,
Ragged nations, tragic stations,
Blood of helpless in our path,
Greatest Crime of human wrath,
Never ending, never past,
Will you thus forever last?

Sunday, April 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to Rupert Brooke, great poet that like so many others, War cut down in his prime.
Won't man ever learn to live and let live in Peace.?
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eugene Levich 13 April 2015

Alas! The nature of man is unchanging.

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Kelly Kurt 12 April 2015

I hold out hope, Sandra. It may take some global crisis or a second coming but I dream of peace for my children and theirs to come

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