Best Warlords Poems
Cut Down By Deeds Of History's Warlords
Saddened with their agony and deep pain,
the black of nights slowly passed on away:
Purple hearts can never ever explain,
war's dark, needless battle deaths anyway!
Dear sweet memories soothe a wounded mind
thus bringing much needed relief to bear.
Twilight's brings on another sad hurt kind,
stripping shattered souls so completely bare.
Darkness and misery grinds the brave stone,
where hope hides in such strange shadowy fjords.
Lives wasted, brave people forever gone,
cut down by deeds of history's warlords!
Heaven will judge right those souls forced to die!
Hell will burn warlords, we need not ask why?
Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2015
Sonnet: Perfect tens
100 words..
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 100
The Warlords
Like lightening at night the strike
Slashing and killing with all their might
The whole village being scared left in flight
They set all huts, sheds and houses alight
Those warlords, they scared our lives lowering them from great heights
That day they came and left many maimed
Killing, destroying and punishing is all they aimed
In organized lines, holding and firing guns they aligned
My whole family, mother dad and brothers they killed
Those warlords, they scared our lives lowering them from great heights
In a concentrated, dirty and dangerous camp I lie
On foreigners, strangers and unknown people I rely
By force and using sharp object they removed my eye
With no future, hopeless, lost in unknown and injured I cry
Those warlords, they scared our lives lowering them from great heights
Nations, tribes and religions let’s stop war
As children in camps homeless, rejected and poor we are
Day in day out we cry when suffering
But God in heaven sees and marks you all warlords
His judgment greater than all others will fall on you
Those warlords, they scared our lives lowering them from great heights
(By waweru Ngugi)
Created animosities
scattered hearts
in the fields and streets,
broken wires...
maimed
the disillusioned roots
shape lives
now empty
reconciled lives
no direction and right route...
reality created by
warlords !
The bullets swore, “We’re retiring today!
No shooting—there must be a new way!”
So they sat in the gun,
Sipping tea in the sun,
And said, “Humans… we’re on holiday!”
But the warlords all bark, “Shoot! It’s the way!
We fix broken skulls every day!”
So they shout with a grin,
“Crack a leg! Cave a chin!”
Though deep down they know peace outshines foul play.
Fighting fire with gasoline
Splitting towns to rubble bits
Heroes keep doing their thing
In full knowledge it’s not worth it
Living only by submission
For the money they can’t spend
Dying by warlords decisions
This I fail to understand
Hostages of mortal hate
They’ve no peace in their souls
Bet they can’t negotiate
Yet they do perform their roles
Whom do they deceive, I wonder
Why this utter shame we see?
Does humanity go under
Back to tribal pedigree?
Love, no one will carve our names
No pillar stands for the unwise
We’re not joining the insane
Nation-minded, country-sized
It’s absurd to fight and fuss
No excuse sounds good enough
Cursed or hallowed, they’re not us
Either we’re not them, my love.