Why deify war, beyond God’s creed
Baptize in blood, man’s vanity
Where sleep myriad men, with life emptied
There bloom scourged tombs, of profanity!
That dust which rose, to the life’s mayhem
Now drenched in gore, lies numb in moans
Who lost, who won, in death’s stratagem
One nation’s heads, another’s milestones!
This silence deafens, beyond the cannon’s blast
Where are those men, their flags of conquest?
With feet of clay, how could they last?
Who lavish their lives, in deaths’ ‘fêted’ fest!
“Don’t tread o’er them…” wails moor at night
“…Till I croon to my sons, their last lullaby
Whilst they sigh to me, the truth of their fight
‘War is but, a lionized lunacy’, Dead Men Don’t Lie!”
© 2017 Vikas Chandra
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This is real life poetry. Dead men can’t lie, dance or laugh again. A powerful and worthwhile poem my friend. More folks need to read this one.
So True! A poetry explores the nuances of truth and its relative perception by us.
Thanks for the kind words again. Appreciate it.
This is a amazing poem. You made me think of my three friends I lost in the new wars.
Yeah ! War is a sad truth we can’t live without.
The myth of men. We need war? We don’t. Big business does and greedy men. No-one want their child to die for oil and conflict in foreign land. President Bill Clinton send water, food and medicine to Africa. We gain friends by human kindness. Anyone believe a division of soldiers and bombs dropped on a country is the way of peace. Is very foolish.
So True !I cannot agree with you more.
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Please read the powerful words by a amazing writer.
Many Thanks Dear. Appreciate your reblog.
Your words needs to be read by more people. You are welcome.