Generals Poems - Poems about Generals

The cardboard square, a battlefield unfurled, Two hidden armies in a silent world. Red and blue banners crisp and neatly stacked, A childhood strategy meticulously tracked. The General stood, a symbol bold and bright, Protected fiercely with all our youthful might. Each numbered rank, a secret held so deep, While cautious moves our silent vigil keep. The Scout advanced, a daring little spy, To...

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some African presidents forced the retirement of some military generals and others removed them from some key posts  yesterday After the coup d'état of Gabon. Some African presidents who think to own their countries and stayed on power for decades now they have much fear to lose powers like Ali Bongo and others....

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The warring Generals of Sudan Yesterday, they were friends, Sharing the cake of power together. “This kind of friendship never ends” One corpse did whisper. Today they fight over the cake of power. Where has their love gone this hour? Two guns lock horns, And civilians suffer. Our piece of peace has torn. Guns ring the bell Of peace. We march to hell. Generals, Of wars. Their murals, Peacefully painted...

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I used to think collateral damage was something, Only Generals and politicians had to worry about. How wrong I was. No matter whether the decisions we all take are good or bad, Others mostly bare the consequences. And there is no use denying that fact. Parents will have sleepless nights over the decisions they make, Concerning their children. Doctors will have sleepless nights...

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Soldiers decide when/death fight kill war shoot live die/while generals hide...

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I OPENED A DOOR TO A INTERESTING SCENE. CORPORATE DEALINGS IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. MAYBE A CONSPIRACY SOMETHING ABOUT LAND HAVING CONTROL AND WIELDING COMMANDS PETRO AND DIAMONDS SILVER AND GOLD. FORCING OTHERS TO DO WHAT THEY'RE TOLD. WORK THEM TO DEATH IT'S TRULY INSANE. MAKES ME FEEL I'M THE GOD IN THIS GAME. THEY SPOKE ABOUT CONTROL OVER POPULATION. THEY LAUGHED AND JOKED ABOUT INCINERATION A GIFT TO THE GODS FOR...

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Silver-haired generals gather to tell us why; yet they skip questions – salute into the TV camera. Mother askes: “Who are these silver-haired gentlemen wearing a uniform similar to your brothers? “They are the Country Mom”, I say, they are the men that appropriate the exact number of body bags so that there is never any waste, for that would be a waste wouldn’t it mom”? Mother...

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The Generals You have seen them nodding benevolently like plump German butchers in small shoppes, carelessly stripping pink flesh from the bones of sheep. They smile, a polite bow, courteous generals in a civilized war of rules, displaying their purple hearts, adorned with the parsley slogans of God and country. Have you noticed that they keep the faces of the butchered ones covered up with star spangled...

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Mountains and Generals What scared me most as a child were tall mountains dark silent sometimes white topped and often wearing a crown of a murderous miasma of gloom. Once my ship docked in a constricted fjord, a smelting plant, a few houses and a restaurant surrounded by Somme like nakedness. I tried to...

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Lying in their coffins Ready to receive their orders Then relay to their minions Enemies to receive no quarter Bringing hordes into lockstep In the glow of gothic night Where dreams and nightmares Are presented in plain sight Then the bell tolls They begin to open their eyes The hour is fast approaching The power to hypnotize The moon is turning red Or so goes the perception It only...

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I done went Rawr inside of my car possesing the skills that could make me a star as soon as I be get down on one knee tebowing forgive my sins and let me walk free chained to this place like I have no choice I still sing, inside of me like I have no voice just want to be heard hang on to my word as if...

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i grab my sword and i start walking, the war is now so lets stop talking. with the bible as our sword a spirit as our shield my friends and i fight for the field.we push them back to the forest, a sneak attack comes and takes a big portion.we fall back to the field...

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My soldiers and Worse! My Generals Failed to understand the kind of battlefield They are dealing with. They failed to understand The difference between Your skin, Your Lips, And Your eyelashes....

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