War


Aggravation blows a basic chord,
grows with blistering tempest rising
over bleary eyed mislaid caution
bursting in gullible gusts of faith
over parched trenched tracked earth.

All belonging transfers into rocks
where blood can not reface nor call
to human bones of heaving integrity,
leaving all quivering stones of praise
in the peripheral place of no avail.

The city of subsequence moves
cadres of dieing eloquence marching
over barren stoneware fields of war
where tails of dead wakes to plunder
cataleptically attacks innocence.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 23:51

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Zoya Zaidi
"over the trenched tracked earth."
Lie the copses of innocent children,
Helpless, anguished cries of mothers,
Homeless men under roof less houses,
Or simply on th roadside-tent houses,
One limb gone, or one eye missing,
Both legs missing, only torso hissing,
Sometimes unconcious and delirious,
sufferers of various wars, are numarous!

While those who wage war sit in their Ivory-Towers
Amass their weapons dipped in blood-soaked hours!

((((HUGS BOB))))
REALLY A HEART FELT POEM!!!
2006-02-03