The Winds of War
The Winds Of War
The winds of war are not gentle nor soothing
Like a caressing southern breeze
But unruly, brutal and hell driven
Doing as they damn well please
And their pleasure is savagely sadistic
Draped in inhuman desire
They will rip the heart from a patriot's chest
And fill wounds with their venomous fire
And if you are among the fortunate
Who live to recall their slaughtering ways
Sleep won't come easy .....
In loneliness you will wander in a cloud of blinding haze
The winds of war leave nightmares to haunt you
Scars bleeding tears scalding with little or no release
True love alone holds the authority to command winds of war to cease.
by Joan Donnelly Ellis 01/14/'16
Copyright © Joan Donnelly Ellis | Year Posted 2016
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