Best Historyautumn Poems
Walking on streets of the old city,
I eavesdrop upon voices of the past.
The worn out pavements of moss and stone
reverberate of glory, defeat, and pain.
Oh, Ancient walls of monumental towers!
Beauty of your prominence, and abundance
of your memories can not deceive me
for I know every single rock
on which you are founded
smells on blood, tears ,and putrid bones.
Leave your triumphs to ominous crows
that wait upon new pilgrimage of army leaders
who shout men's history in three words:
conquer, demolish, and pillage.
Listening how whirlwinds play
with autumn leaves on your square,
I am asking you... will roar of the armies stop?
Vesna Arsenich
We boomers, as our generation’s called,
have lived through two seasons, considered great,
during which our values were overhauled --
The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate.
Both brought us together and gave us hope.
In the face of injustice, both were staged --
the first, a celebration with free dope,
the other a tragedy that enraged.
We were innocent in ‘Sixty-Seven;
we saw world violence and were appalled.
Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven;
we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled.
While Winter of War passes, may we find
The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.