Battles

 

 

Fragility lies on the edge of a teardrop

Holding dreams in its delicate hands

You are the mournful call on a quiet night

You are the scream shattering black to white

 

Washing all sorrow that bleeds the earth

Nerve gas and chemical warfare give birth

In the silence of the dreaded drone attack

Do you heed the face of the evil eye as the whips crack

 

There are children who fear the sound of your call

There are young men trying to find purpose thinking its war

There are Generals presidents and merchants kicking open the door

There are mothers whose tears refuse to fall

 

Love was never supposed to be like this

It was never meant to obliterate

Death should be nature calling and accidents of fate

Not the feeding of a war machine not that curse

 

Fragility held on a knifes edge

Lining suicides on a ledge

We set the stage play the part

Bloody hands and innocence torn apart

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think it shall be the end of us all...Brilliant piece! My tears prevent me from elaborating...pensive..TY

[MOON]

Thank you so much , much obliged

[Lydia Shutter]

Some incredible lines in this well written poem. "Fragility lies on the edge of a teardrop" What images that conjures for me! War hurts so many innocent people....and tears families apart. Your words are forboding and ominous and quite powerful. Lydi***

[MOON]

Thanks Lydia , will stop by your page soon.

[Dhaye]

War...that's a curse...to people and to the place. It can never make someone a winner. Nobody wins in a war. Everybody's a loser, especially the woman, the child, the old, and the weak...

This piece is heartbreaking, any piece about war. I love the rhythm and the format.
Keep sharing your works.

[MOON]

Thanks Dear, war is a curse of all time.

[ms. barrie]

I agree with Antonyo: this is a very ominous, profound piece, amazing use of imagery:



Fragility lies on the edge of a teardrop

Holding dreams in its delicate hands

You are the mournful call on a quiet night

You are the scream shattering black to white



Washing all sorrow that bleeds the earth

Nerve gas and chemical warfare give birth

In the silence of the dreaded drone attack

Do you heed the face of the evil eye as the whips crack

...eloquently compelling write you penned here. simply amazing! Thanks for sharing :)

[MOON]

Thank you so much!

[ms. barrie]

you welcome, this is indeed an incredible, write, pleasure was/is mine to read, pen on :))

[Dean]

no...never like this!
We cannot bear it

[MOON]

Thanks Dean , take care!

[Antoñyo]

Wow. An ominous piece with purpose that reads like doom, death and destruction set to art so effectively!

Thank you for sharing this one. It's necessary.

[MOON]

Thanks Antonyo , most appreciated, take care!

[An owl on the moon]

Life is such a mix of light and life... the fragile edge we live on... standing out on that ledge wondering.... This brought me such a sadness...

[MOON]

Yes Craig , sometimes the Human Race really hangs in the balance. Thanks for stopping by.
Go well,

[Ed Hart]

here's a write with blood all over it... the artist points the longest finger, except for the dead of course

[MOON]

Thanks Ed for gracing my page, take care!

[Mia]

This is hands down my favourite of your poems I’ve read! I can’t pick a favourite line, they are all favourites. You started strong and kept the momentum throughout and ended strong. Peace, not just in the sense of not having wars…just peace in general, where everyone is tolerant, kind and thoughtful seems unnatural (which is sad). But people seem naturally violet!

[MOON]

Hi Mia my friend good to see you around. Thanks will stop by soon hon!

[Mia]

Been gone for a while but I'm slowing coming back!

[Cole Hayley]

Great title, and the third-last and last stanza rock so much. Great work.

[MOON]

Thanks Cole always a pleasure when you top by! Take care!