Within Poem by T.K Owens

The battled crys of the fallen...hark, Peace!
But deep within, rages like the loudest tempest, the ultimate storm...
only to relay the message of premature war.
The seeds of wisdom, so deeply entrenched, are strewn across the arctic ground without regard.
The lesson so taught by our forefathers dismissed, forgotten...
the looks upon their faces, deities of sorrow.
The past becomes the present,
though the past taught the lesson of annihilation meeting with a bitter end.
Like Macbeth, with his ambition...
blindness covering erroneous behaviors...
the natural markings of human kind.

I hope you enjoy. This is the first poem I have ever written pertaining to war and I hope it makes sense. Thank you for reading!