Short Warlords Poems
Short Warlords Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Warlords by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Warlords by length and keyword.
we are angels and demons
victims and villains
warlords and peacekeepers –
we have been all of it
incarnation after incarnation –
playing out the game of life –
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 !
Libertas in the hands of warlords,
natural hardship, in the name of war,
License to kill.
For those who can gain lots,
obtained legislative favor,
overall pattern of bill.
Even rogue army cords.
In the end of guns gore,
Bloody warheads refill.
power
dreaming
leads to
warlords
scheming
leads to
tempers
steaming
leads to
weapons
teeming
leads to
children
screaming
leads to
shattered
feelings
leads to
revenge
peelings
leads to
slowly
healing
and then
we hope
peaceful
dealings
Red are the eyes
of the bloodthirsty
warlords...
Unforgivable are the eyes
of those who pervert life...
but the eyes are clear
of children and angels...
Blue are the eyes that
shine in the morning sky...
these are the eyes
of the supreme
guardians
of the universe...!
the nuclear snakes
slither into disaster
warheads waiting
in the dithering wings
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light explodes
darkness erupts
fiery projectiles
obliterate without mercy
<<<~~~#~~~X~~~!~~~
the reptilian warlords
fumble through flames
apocalypse waiting
amid withering declarations
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.
There is strength there is power. “Mommy, look at this lovely flower!”
There is war and there is strife. “C’mon lets go fly a kite!”
There is guns and there is knives. “Look at my kite rise and rise!” There are warlords there are tyrants. “Hey Jo, can you hold the call on those Clients?” There are Officers and there are sergeants. “This silver is of the finest argent!” There is my skin, burnt ashy and gray. “But daddy, Are you coming home to stay?”