Storms of War
By well-wisher
Sat, 24 Mar 2018
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Man is a hurricaine that can choose not to blow;
a storm not just with eye but heart and mind;
the birth of a wildfire that can refuse to grow;
a tornado whose wind it can unwind;
a tidal wave that has the power to stop and turn around;
an earthquake that could easily lie still
and so its strange that, still, man's bombs like heartless hailstones pound
that storms of war still rage and, innocents, still kill.
a storm not just with eye but heart and mind;
the birth of a wildfire that can refuse to grow;
a tornado whose wind it can unwind;
a tidal wave that has the power to stop and turn around;
an earthquake that could easily lie still
and so its strange that, still, man's bombs like heartless hailstones pound
that storms of war still rage and, innocents, still kill.
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That is the frustrating thing
That is the frustrating thing, we are on self destruct which is bad, but we will destroy everything else that has no blame.
I think this is really good poem.
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