Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.
Enter Title (Not Required)
Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Time To Choose by L.W. Pick. Watch them go to war today, They meet their foe on beaches. See them where they fall and lay, With pained distorted features. Crimson red spread o’er the sand, Lifeless bodies are now resting. Souls set free to leave the land, ‘Tis now their time for testing. Have they served their country well, Or now dead, are left to wonder? Was their price fair, who can tell, For their President warmonger? To leave loved ones at home to grieve And return in a funeral shroud. There are few who would believe, It was a cause for one to be proud. For, to murder women and children With bombs from twenty thousand feet. To see their broken bodies lie In the rubble in the street. All their hopes and dreams are shattered, It matters not the reason why. Their belongings that you’ve scattered, Turn to smoke up in the sky. There are two battles raging forth, The first we easily recognise. Destroy anything of worth It has no value in our eyes. The second is a worthy war, Between right and wrong within. We may forsake Gods own law, Or we may refuse to sin. Deep within our hearts we know If we would care to see. That it is wrong to strike the blow You wouldn’t have struck to thee. When we reach that resting place, And are judged, or judge ourselves. Commandments from the Book of Grace Will not remain upon the shelves. We will weigh each deed committed, And examine the reason why. With only deeds of love permitted, All else to weakness testify. The justice of our country’s roots, We term the law of the land. Is crushed beneath the marching boots. In the name of a good war plan.
Enter Author Name (Not Required)