And through the passing of the years,
So many flower petals laid
Where soldiers gasped and groaned and cried
And in their millions, cramped and died,
To save us, so it's said -
We make remembrances each year,
Yet how much do we really care,
For war is extant everywhere
And people still lay dead -
Are we but petals blowing in the winds
Of wars created by mankind;
Transients all, that soon must perish,
Just like the poppy's that we cherish -
Will we continue evermore,
To play the evil games of war
And then lay wreaths at cenotaphs -
And listen while the devil laughs -
An insightful piece that portrays the evil of man inhumanity to man that is war, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A good wake up call that reminds humanity of the interrelatedness of reality. Thanks for sharing Arthur. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In a word, yes! We cannot change our nature. We go to the cenotaph not to despise war but to honor lost comrades. Perhaps we should do both. Good poem.
Thank you Terry, for your thoughtful comment on my poem. It seems to me it is easy to despise war. What we can't seem to do is stop it happening.