We sang songs of our revolution
For Antiwar beats as the solution
Wanting the age of Aquarius now
In tie-die shirts and flared trousers wow!
Times when the world was mine
And friends that were one of a kind
Endless Summers of complete sunshine
The 60s and 70s were one of a kind!
© Paul Warren Poetry
War
In a kingdom full of combatants I heard a naval, military struggling
Combat
I am non violent And I am recovering
Death shall bring troops
'War!' said I, 'thing of jihad.'
Do they believe in God
Quite odd
And those eyes have all the warmongering
Wars
Great war - great war - great war!
Only this and a nuclear winter
Snowing atomic gluserian
That antiwar, antiwar campaign
War
I remember I was feuding
And the clans never advocating
I crave the antagonistic, calorific awareness
awareness calorific, the antagonistic I crave
War
Eagerly I looked for the disaster
War
It was castor, alabaster, vaster!
Not
I crave the warlike, war-torn warship
My conflict, I could not awaken hatred bliss
Do not enlist
Still is planing, still is planing
In there stepped a medievalist 'red army faction'
God makes love, man makes
War
8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Walls of greet
Showcase of power
Artificial island
And nuclear shower
ALL has an end
Even stars do fall
Can you bear the cry?
Can you keep head tall?
Fight for land
Fight for oil
Fight for economy
Fight till die
But all in all, we all just die...
Four students were killed
On May fourth nineteen seventy
Antiwar protest
Moving toward the absurd as war in Baghdad goes on,
along with the print traffic jam and airwaves;
continues to unfold horror stories, deaths: a tinku
that spew out of Iraq – the ancient Middle East sand.
Skepticism has drawn a timely relevance,
that predicts the future as a major stand;
sending troops in the combat zone, a 50/50 case
either a winning or losing in the battle ground.
Like a cacophany of voices across the land,
So deep and lugubrious that pervades –
‘enough! we’re helpless and marginalized’
a reflection that’s claims stop and be reconciled.
The steady stream of U.S. young soldiers
being sent to fight and be part of the plan
adds sinews to war but not a total assurance
where success can be at hand or defeat in the long run.
Antiwar sentiments hover like a gospel cry,
with globalized reactions bonded with supplications;
a great deal of struggles among people of cultures,
that someday peace will reign and sing glory to God on high.
Open drawer To war
Out it pour
From the door
What's this for
Fight some more
What an eyesore
Evil to the core
So furthermore
The Antiwar
I adore
Anymore
Nether more
This encore
I ignore
To much gore
To explore
Therefor
This rapport
Is hardcore
My cries out pour
Hope won't restore
These lives tore
And our lives are
Underscored
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