War Crimes Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962
War Crimes
It's time I stood and spoke of war,
A candid speech display.
To tell you things you used to know;
Forgotten, on the way.
I hear they plan to have a trial
Of criminal intent.
Displaying soldiers in a cage,
Who blessed this sad event?
They say they did a most foul deed
By killing innocents.
Just retribution, as they say;
An evil consequence.
Its time I lay to rest, at last,
A base canard of life.
That war is one more legal way
To deal with pain and strife.
I hate to put it bluntly now,
But most of you won't hear;
If I would only gently speak
These words you need not fear.
Some time ago, a wisdom born
Of death and man's intent;
Was fostered on the souls of men
To hasten their descent.
It said that there are crimes of war
That men must never do.
And perpetrated, in this way;
A values dream, or two.
By doing this, they justified
The basest deed of all.
And legalized, with mal intent;
Man's certain, deadly fall.
I'm here to tell you true at last,
What you already know.
The concept there are crimes of war,
Has never thus been so.
Whatever deed is done in war,
As jusified by man;
Is covered in the book of faith,
As per the Master's plan.
There is no deed a man may do
In war that's his intent.
The moral choice was duly made
The day that he was sent.
Man makes his choice when he decides
To yield his soul to man.
And joins them in the enterprise
Of evil deeds they plan.
When after yielding up his soul,
He then is sent to war;
It doesn't matter what he does,
He can't yield anymore.
There is no crime he can commit
Against his fellow man.
No grading of the deeds he does.
In Hell, there is no fan.
So let me bluntly tell you true.
And take this to your graves.
The only roads there are to Hell,
Are those which war sure paves.
It's war itself, that is the crime;
That dooms mens souls to Hell.
The laughs you hear, they come from me;
It's war, that needs a cell.
WOW! ! ! A superbly awakening poem...A 10+ for you War is a never ending crime, already an ancient, present and a future illness of nature...
What a great poem, the first one I have read of yours, I am so looking forward to reading more. Quite moving piece - how can war be a solving force when it distroys so much, both seen and unseen? ......... x
It's war itself, that is the crime; That dooms mens souls to Hell. The laughs you hear, they come from me; It's war, that needs a cell. -------- Great.. The ease in which you transfer your message.. the rhythm.. I guess I need to study the structure you used here.. but I can never match it.. Again, Great work..10/10 (Specially that I agree with the message it carries)
Truth form afar.... Proof humanity knows war is criminal at every level. It's like the argument by Americans that slavery was ok at that point in US history. Used to justify idolizing the Founding Fathers as morally superior despite their evil reliance on a crime. Truth penetrates myths...
magnificent write. war is more than anyone could ever pen. so many tragic events and how it truly affects everyone. loved this piece. very deep and poweful.
War unfortunately drives the wheels of commerce... America knows this so well... a superb write... Alf
War is more than an expression on pen and paper - it is so much more...
excellent piece, at first intimidated by the size of this poem, but surely enough, it flew by so suddenly. i agree that war is the true crime, and those who choose the fight are damned as soon as their bullet tastes blood all the best -ROCCO
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 5:16:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wars are no doubt destructive and many a times Man is forced to face it… Your stanzas closely watch and preach the intents of war…. man digs his own grave by calling forth the war but sometimes when all measures fail this crime takes birth… War whether to save your honor or to exhibit your power? War as a crusade against evil or an evil’s game of recreation….. A puzzle which your poem seeks to venture…. Well composed Abha