BALKEN PEACEMAKERS
The freeze has brought them to a winters' night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.
There's no repent for killing that's been done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.
And to this chaos, we have paved the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its deathly call,
and brings another dark and longest day.
The heros are not known, til dies are cast
when all is put away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
from liars crying bloody tears,
who know their peace will never last.
Categories:
balkan, peace, war, world,
Form: I do not know?
BALKEN WINTER
The freeze has brought them to a winters' night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.
There's no repent for killing that's been done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.
And to this chaos, we have paved the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its deathly call,
and brings another dark and longest day.
The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all is put away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but laid to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
© 2012 Vee Bdosa
Categories:
balkan, angst, black african american,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
BALKEN WINTER
The freeze has brought them to a winters' night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.
There's no repent for killing that's been done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.
And to this chaos, we have paved the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its deathly call,
and brings another dark and longest day.
The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all is put away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but laid to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
Categories:
balkan, angst, black african american,
Form: Imagism
BALKEN WINTER
The freeze has brought them to a winters night
they' ve made themselves, forgetting what is right,
and they can see their children cry
but not a one will reason why,
nor think upon enough to see the light.
There's no repent for killing that's been done
and no resistance to it going on,
just hate on hate that only grows,
the hint of peace that never shows,
with lots of blame, enough for everyone.
And to this chaos, we have layed the way
for men of opportunity to play
and build their fortunes from it all
while winter makes its deathly call,
and brings another dark and longest day.
The heros are not known, til dies are cast
til all is layed away into the past,
and truth is what a baby hears
but layed to rest in later years,
and right is not defined until the last.
Categories:
balkan, angst, hate,
Form: Quatrain
BALKAN REFUGEES
The smoke and guts come rolling through the hills
obnoxious to the senses, life of death;
exonerated from all debt and bills
we stand, and try to find a second breath.
All debits--liabilities are gone
all burned to ashes drifting to the sky,
and we can't stop, we must be moving on
or we've been told, our time is now to die.
A baby breaths a bleak and wordless plea
not understanding we are all to blame,
for roads we take, and bombing we can see
and life to come will never be the same.
There's war and peace, and both are every day,
and we still walk to find a place to stay.
Categories:
balkan, angst, life,
Form: Sonnet