Is it all just a testosterone fest?
The rites of passages of men charging triumphantly into the arms of war.
Why do they make war in every generation when they know that in the end, there is always peace?


Wars



Trying to end one war,
We started ,
Another.

Another,
More terrible,
More futile,
More deadly.

Cringing with horror,
At the face,
Of every death,
Nauseated by
Senseless slaughter,
We dread,
The global window
Opened
By the
Nightly News.

Our sorrow lies,
On a bed
Of massacres.

Every bloody bomb,
Every spike of shrapnel,
Piercing the world's flesh
Like some random devil.

The delusions of victory,
The triumph of murder,
The madness of evil,
All sucked together into war.

Precious lives,
Obliterated.
The blood,
Everywhere.
The end,
Nowhere.




Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-08-26 at 20:20

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Amanda K
War is dreadul to watch, hear about or even expects but it seems that it's the only way in which nations communicate nowadays.It's sad and disappointing how people's lives became so unworthy.
2006-09-09


Amanda Manmohan
This poem is extremely sorrowful and truthful. You expressed your emotions beautifully here! Well done :)
2006-08-26