O' What Is War But the Mad Child of Greed and Hate

O' What Is War But The Mad Child Of Greed And Hate


By uppity arrogance the mouse challenges the lion
And his haughty crown is fused nickel and tin
But 'tis true dark-clad world has far too much cryin'
All brought about by hungry appetites of mad men.

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

O' what is war but the mad child of greed and hate
Armies march blindly into destruction and death
But crazy leaders love to foolishly tempt dark Fate
As they parade puffed up and plan with whispered breath.

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

History shows its results, tragic dark dying
And the abject misery needlessly born
With those at home fearful and hearing the lying
From government and politicians we should scorn!

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

Such bitter conflict indeed does some heroes show
And we here at home do acknowledge their brave deeds
We poets may even polish them til they glow
Sad, all that does is fertilize war's future seeds!

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

Is it true, war is fruits of arrogance and pride
That mankind has dark-set violence born within
Sure, such blatant truth we in vain so try to hide
Dare we not admit, that it is a tragic sin!

Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb.
Truth of utter despair of lying in a tomb.

Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
June 3rd 1973

Note: 9-12-2023
Vietnam War is the reason this poem is composed.
Our guys coming back either dead or else so gravely wounded.

Note: 6-03-1973
I turned 19 this year. I'd rather not be drafted to fight a war that 
is not fought to win. Besides war is evil.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Chircop Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 3:16 PM
1973-the ugliness ,and arrogance of people in power creating wars.. 2024-the ugliness,and arrogance of people in power creating wars... Persists... and nothing changed...and we learned nothing. How sad and true your verses were and are today..So much to reflect about.A great poem.
Lindley Avatar
September 14, 2023 at 5:31 PM
Thank you, my friend. Yes, nothing good about war but loads of very, very bad . God bless you..
Bowring Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 11:45 AM
This is such a powerful poem my dear friend. So marvellously written as always with perfect rhyme. The repeating couplets really enhance the poem. Yet again, it is incredible to think that you were writing such high quality poems with great impact, meaning, at such a young, tender age. Such immense maturity and understanding at that age. I salute you my talented, poetic friend. God bless.
Lindley Avatar
September 14, 2023 at 5:30 PM
Thank you, my friend. Ao much destruction and loss of lives. PEOPLE CRIPPLED FOR LIFE! One hundred percent a destructive tragedy. God bless you.
Sharma  Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 10:58 AM
Indeed, war is a tragic sin! Sigh, such a heart-aching and poignant write this is that expresses sorrowful situations, danger and destructions that wars come forth with. A heartbreaking scenario has been painted with your words.. There's a huge loss of life and humanity, which we lose in the greed of mere capitals and materialistic things. "Mankind does not admit arrogance of the womb" Repetition of that line reflects so much depth.. Nobody is a born rebel or an evil.. A very heartfelt write..
Lindley Avatar
September 14, 2023 at 5:27 PM
Thank you, my good friend. Yes, it is as you stated a most tragic sin. And ruins so many lives. God bless you.
Lane Avatar
September 12, 2023 at 8:53 AM
Like angry children who don’t get their way. If war is fruit it’s all rotten
Lindley Avatar
September 14, 2023 at 5:26 PM
Thank you, my good friend. Yes, everything about war is totally rotten to the filthy core. Tragic death and destruction on an epic scale. God bless you.
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