James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Misfortunes of War and Beyond No More

The price we pay 
For these countries of ours
Battlefield loss
Coffined towers
 
Daughters and sons
Gunned down
Patriotic souls
Perish, under Nature's sun
 
Terrorist war, i cant understand
To fight each other, my thoughts bland
Muslim, Sunni or Shiite Bro's
Severe grudge, Suicide blows
 
No faith, can comprehend
The sender of this degenerate send
Martyr's picked, soon forgotten
As the world denounces, faiths so rotten
 
West Bank, Basra, Baghdad too
Exhibits in this modern Zoo
Kill your neighbour, slay a friend
On the news, images send
 
Close to home these cowards strike
Maim and kill, their consience wiped
Off to where they are supposed to go
Forever land, where nothing flows
 
If faith exists on this magic land
Would what you see, be in its plan
To do what we do, and think it's best
All faiths would be, under arrest
 
If we are all under the one
So many wrongs have humans brung
For this Highlander to understand
Who is indeed, in charge of this land
 
Before you answer, please observe
To actually who, do humans serve
So many idols, are they human made
Whose do we walk, on earths esplanade
 
The answer is there for all to know
Open minds, allow the flow
It may not be, what you think it's been
It may be around you, everyday seen
 
Nature, nature in your might
Observe this planet, in your sight
Render wrongs, display whats true
Remind your tribes, what they should do
 
Way back then, explosion new
The cycle of me and you
If we don't understand what we are here for
Misfortunes of War & Beyond no More


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Kayla Lockhart June 14, 2009 at 1:01 PM i think i like this one the most.everything you write is so true.very deep.detailed.withholds so many feelings and thoughts.it is..they all are ones to read over and over again.and still coming up with new thoughts each time. but."thoughts of peace." is it asking for too much.i have alot of family and friends.my fiance too.is actually in iraq now.ive heard people say lets stop the war but theres things in life worth fighting for. Just a opinion.either way.this poem is GREaT :)

Maria Elena Enriquez June 5, 2009 at 8:17 AM WOW! what words and so true. and thank you for your kinds words to my poetry. Just starting hope to get puplished some day.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen June 4, 2009 at 4:25 PM Hummmm.... James, It's deep. And very thought provoking. Here we go again! (smiling) Who's in charge? Each person's free agency, God given, sometimes chooses to kill the livin'. Though God from above sends His love. The testing snare is everywhere. If widom, love, and hope was spawned, perhaps we'd see God's love beyond. Until then, it's up to every man. Choose the right or be from heaven banned. Rough and cold, but true. It's all in the testing. Lovingly, Dane

Barbara Gorelick June 4, 2009 at 3:45 PM Interesting write James..Its one to read over and over. There is no understanding the nature of wars...but then, women seldom do. Thanks for all your kind comments on some of my "old" work. BG

Debbie Guzzi June 4, 2009 at 2:30 PM " conscience"...."what's true"..wonderful piece of work here keep telling it in a way that's SO true! Light & Love

Charmaine Chircop June 4, 2009 at 2:03 PM wars blood shed many dead resulting in sadness and hatred--words of wisdom you wrote--may all wars come to an end,that will be the day-but its just a never ending drean to live in peace---bravo--charma

Carolyn Devonshire June 4, 2009 at 12:19 PM Terrorist tactics never did make sense. They only seem to add to the confusion and death tolls of war. And it's so true that most idols are created by humans to meet their own needs. Very interesting the way you come back to the beginning of time in your last verse and ask us to understand our purpose. Very thought-provoking write, James. Excellent (as always), love, Carolyn