Under The Wrath Of War Poem by Carlos Rodriguez

Under The Wrath Of War

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And so the juggernauts roared
As the firebirds soared
And the soldiers howled
While corrupt politicians pleased the crowd
The children scream in terror
As the bullets streamed
And the buildings crumbled to the ground
As the bombs rained down
Pounding, pounding
Like a heartbeat on its last leg
Came the waves of heat
Like scorching balls of fire
As people burn without mercy in the streets of despair
Mothers, fathers, sons & daughters
We held on until the final bump
And now they're all gone
Vanished into thin air
There is nothing else around
Only smoke and ashes on the bloody ground
Is this to be our destiny?
To leave behind no legacy
Only a faded memory
Under the wrath of war
The devil is a playground instructor
Who moves slowly
And watches attentively
Stalking its prey
Behind a shade of gray he hides
Carefully planning his next move.

Copyright by Carlos Alberto Rodriguez 2005

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michelle Cortiza 09 January 2006

Wow. This poem is so marvelous and touching. The things said are so true and so real. And to think we are actually going through this. This is a great poem Carlos. Keep it up! Michie

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David Tanguay 04 January 2006

War and Peace! Perhaps the later can only be found in heaven (feel for your poem)

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A. B. 03 January 2006

Carlos....this is a good poem. We are trying to escape from war.....but it always seems to stand in our way. May there be peace on earth. Peace

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