War Is An Interim Hell Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin

Behold that Nation!
It brings worldwide confusion.
It ignites war
And creates a pathway,
To temporary Hell!

Behold the leaders of that Nation!
They are sitting on top of volcanoes.
They have no fear,
For they have nothing to lose,
That are so dear.

They invite combatants to the war,
By shooting the bluest sky.
The Eagles are threatened,
Even the clouds have their
Greatest fears,
They dragged themselves
Out of the kind sky.

Behold that Nation!
It has a vast array
Of arms of destruction.
Their battlefield
Is a deathly arena!

There are cries of painful agony
And clenching of teeth!
Even the departed ones
Will somersault from their graves
And join the war.
Even the stones, the rock,
And the soil will cry with blood.
War will catapult itself to Hell!

But there is an exit
From this interim Hell;
When there is no more
Resources to count on,
When the gentle wind
Touches the hearts of the combatants
And hope will spring
Out of the ashes
Of those who sacrificed
Their lives for humanity
And Utopia might
Come at the end.

Yes, we can exit
From this interim Hell!
Utopia might come at the end!
Where there will be
No more tears
Where there will be
No more fears
Where there will be
Abundancy of resources
For all.......


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