The Drum

The Drum

A Poem by Marhkor

Is this not what you envisioned my son,

these beasts with guns?

Oh know what you have done.

See through your prideful eyes.

‘Tis not a night of remembrance,

but of forgotten souls,

forgotten lies.

 

The night screams intensely.

Your fists above your head.

Please my son, drop your arms

And give up the drums.

 

© 2010 Marhkor


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Very deep!
I'm not sure what it means, but I like the emotion in it.
I also love the line "the night screams intensely" -- very vivid and dark. ^_^

The old language adds to it, too ('Tis, Oh, etc.) It makes it prettier, I think. You're a beautiful writer, Markers; keep it up!

Posted 13 Years Ago


I really loved this poem. It has such a dark and yet confused feeling and tone to it. It depicts what men are going through in a way when it comes to things such as war and violence. Nicely done. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


A powerful poem. I like the feel and the emotion in your words. War leave men empty and confused. I like the ending. Remind me of Mark Twain "The War Prayer." A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Marhkor
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Los Alamos, NM



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