The Drum

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.

 

Author's Note

Reviews are welcome!!

Reviews

[Britt Foster]

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!

[Tainted Devotion]

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. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

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