Fear War Poems

With remnants of mankind’s existence corroding
His lighting extinguished, his concrete eroding
The birds and the beasts have reconquered his space
Those same birds and beasts have forgotten...

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It caters to an arrogance of hate
when war becomes a method of despite.
Through vile contempt, he seeks to cultivate
a dogma that defines inhuman blight.
The devil’s...

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Why did i did that i shall never do that again 
Should never make them feel like this again 
Feeling empathy for the soul why...

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In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering...

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During the Civil War, money came late,
Indians starved, left to their fate.
Two braves came across a white farmer's food.
They were hungry and stressed and in...

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In this exciting times, new doors are shaped,
Fresh pathways for us to boldly tread.
Authority over lions, we will claim,
Journeying without fear with full steam.

With new...

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I have foreboding
My country is in frontline
Of war that's brewing.
...

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ANZAC

Few among them knew the name Gallipolli
no crystal ball foretold the hell it spawned
but in the misty dawn of 25-04-15 
the legend of the ANZACs...

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When giants hide their heads beneath the sand,
the body lies unshielded from the Sun.
‘Tis but a hedge to seemingly withstand
the winds of war that nothing...

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A new command would counter their attack
to stay the storm that harkens at your door.
‘Twould be a feat that stunned the iron pack
for nothing dared...

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These thoughts will follow
whenever the soldiers go...
to be with them into the battlefield,
reciting the shortest prayer
to protect them as a shield
in moments of uncertainty and...

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The slaughterer came to the market

Dancing and wielding a matchet

He sang songs of sorrow;

And wrote rhymes for his victims of tomorrow.

    ...

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I was never asked to choose a side, it is to fate I must abide. I am the child that war has aged, I am...

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What beauty is (to the geometrist),
     is the shape of the Golden Ratio!
Beauty is courage, the defiant fist
   ...

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As aspiration seeks to take its toll,
your mass flotilla salvaged sons of war.
‘Twas but a feat the angels will extol
though Satan’s army rallies at your...

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