War

 

Dawn breaks in pale radiance

The sea of emerald grass

Glistening from the new morning dew

A breeze whispers through the forest

Laying by a filed

Surrounded by earthy hills

A fain rumble sounds in both East and West

The sound of trumpet and horn

Echo like an annoying pest

That steals the clarity

From the first tranquil moment of the day

As the distance closes

The faint rumble becomes a roar

Of stamping feet in marching boots

Men in red and men in blue

Marching across the hills and plain

The red and blue stop

Standing upon opposite hills

The sounds cease

An eerie pressure sits on the field

Palpable to the men standing in rows

There is utter silence

The silence shatters like a pane of glass

As Red and Blue explode in movement

Leveling gleaming muskets

That blow forth a gray cloud

That engulfs the proud colors

An earsplitting scream

Rips from the throats of men

With this lion's roar

they charge down the hills

Gleaming steel bayonets

Reflecting the newborn sun

Crimson and Sapphire colors collide

Issuing a sickening crunch

Bayonets flash

Scarlet blood falls like rain

To stain the emerald grass

A victory is earned

Blue watches Red run

Tale between their legs.

Victory is shouted and celebrated

Some scream in victory

Others scream in pain

Some rejoice in life

While others fall in to death

Many lie on the serene field

As if asleep

With eyes closed mouths open wide

Lying in a pool of mud

Mixed with blood

Nothing man has ever created

Nothing man will ever create

Has had a higher cost

What quarrel will cost

Many lives lost to settle

Is worth the trouble

No evil or foul deed can be compared

To this great perversion

Nature in its ultimate beauty and bliss

So willfully desecrated

By a creature known as man

And his ravenous hunger for war

Reviews

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I can feel your write, nicely done

[fernandez]

a moving poem
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