Monday, December 29, 2008


Tears that rolls
Sighing silently
At the painful sight
Of the many dead bodies.
Straddling the path of war
A battlefield proudly called,
Soulless bodies of fighters
Lie covering the grass green.
This land begets man to live
But, the lawless ones
Beget them to live to kill
And to go waste prematurely.
Cheap indeed the cost of human lives
Winners none, losers many
In between the bloodsucking woes
Hypocrites of war dance gaily.

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  1. Hypocrites of war...that is what they are. What a powerful poem.

  2. Powerful and true. Thanks for sharing.

  3. That last line clinches it...

    Please do post it at the Poetry Train being run each Monday!

  4. From your pen to those idiots who keep fighting! When we fought like that, we got sent to our rooms. Can't they grow up!?

  5. Hi guys...thanks very much for your comments.

  6. Beautifully written. The folly and wickedness of a small number of people condemning the rest to blood and death.

  7. You have that right,war tends to put human life to such a low price...It should never happen!

  8. hey u been awarded on my blog :)

  9. war never helped humanity..War against terrorism leaves one with the same feeling....

    Good one, Cyclop..

    Wish you a Happy and Prosperous New Year!


  10. Your poem leaves a hole in the gut, a buzzing in the ears--overwhelming us with the truth.

    Powerful image: "straddling the path of war"

    Good work!

  11. War what a terrible thing, there are no winners in war - well told!

  12. Raven..Thank you for dropping by. Will visit you soon. War is painful.

    Jill..what a price mankind have to pay for survival. Thank you, Jill.

    Mayz..I just have this to say...THANK YOU. are right. It never help at all. Thanks.

    Angie..thanks for the visit.

    Wish everyone a wonderful and happy new year.