Tis not that what you can change
Rather tis what you cannot,
That matters most.
The graves scattered across the battlefield,
Long after the guns have rusted.
Long after the peace treaties have yellowed with age.
Great poem. Very well described. Great imagery and style. Excellent stuff. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very unique perspective on the most important of philosophical questions. a concise analysis