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Emmanuel Stephen Poem
Utter carnage meets the eye, as the battle ground I survey
‘The war’s been won, it’s over now’, the age-old lie they say,
To win a fight , I’ve come to know is a pyrrhic victory to win.
For short-lived peace, men’ve been lost ;Many never knew a sin.
Hollow wails hang in the air, as fathers, brothers and sons are killed.
Who can look into their eyes, wide and horror-filled?
Who can tell them why they were simply sent to die?
Who can admit what they believed was nothing but a lie?
Was this how God meant it to be?
When will Man, through blood and gore, the pure stream of reason see?
Death is their battle cry, yet irony abounds
As the self same cry, their very last is drowned out by Death as he his morbid drums he sounds.
And both the victors side and his defeated foe, share common grid in the aftermath.
And it wont be long before man suffers, at the hands of his own belligerent wrath,
From all this grief and demise, what does humanity stand to gain?
It will continue this epitome of evil, as long as greed, over man, has autocratic reign.
Wake up from your lust for blood, realize the resulting pain.
Tell us why so many lives were sacrificed but in pain,
Always remember that one day you shall reap, what you do now sow,
Stop fighting for a lost cause, stop fighting an invisible foe.
Brothers and sisters, kith and kin, I call out unto you,
Reach out beyond the boundaries, the days are precious few.
Break those shackles and iron chains, free oppressed humanity,
Make the world a better place, and most of all, love unconditionally.
Copyright © Emmanuel Stephen | Year Posted 2015
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