Aaryaman Gupta Poet Free verse

The Golden Crusade

Whence the first rays of sunlight fall,
And nary a bird awake,
The purple shades of sky,
Signal for the war-drums to be played.

Sleep blown away,
The gruelling struggle stirs,
And the blueing sky calls,
For the armies to lay waste.

A thousand graves are dug,
Lifted aside are fallen men,
Letters put into being,
To be perused by brood and and bruv.

War stems from hope and anger,
In an inebriated state of righteousness,
Unfounded assumptions seeded by desire,
To be brought to rest in a book or melancholy tune of lyre.

So beware, raconteur,
the golden crusade, a facade of wreath of laurel,
For triumph is founded on the back of coercion.

Alas, nations will fight with power,
But men will be flayed away,
Not unlike the fabled golden crusade.

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Beata Agustin November 20, 2022 at 8:18 AM Thanks for sharing this. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. God bless you.

Anselmo Boles November 19, 2022 at 5:05 AM I've read and been informed about the excessive lies and exaggerations written about historical events. It's been revealed that whoever reigns at the time, declares everything voiced or published as fact. Like you said, "Beware"! Well written A.G...ab