Celled.
War when declared throws out planned challenge
of thorns to fighters
caught up in the sharing of foes and ever
encourages victory cries.
But
Folk start to forget who spilt first blood, or who
shot bullets of hate
into guiltless bodies when filled with passion
not of their making.
For
Sense, no longer felt, sees it insane for death
to stain soil endlessly
so brotherhood rises in love-parched hearts
desiring to mend.
Yes
When life is read rightly eyes pity and finish
with smoking iron-hot
rage so minds no longer will shatter waiting
for battle to stop.
Celled in self-same grief earth readily calls
for opposing despoilers to cease from war.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay.
Truth and poetry fused into one, Fay.
Too much sabre rattling at my end of the earth right now.....
Prophetic write, Fay.
No war won ever worth the price paid. Great write Fay.
this is spooky .. I was planning to post a scribble with the title Cell Me .. now shelved until a rainy day ... your version, like the proverbial goose's golden egg, would surely be hard to beat ..... N 🙂
Doubly spooky Nev. as the chosen subjects could not have been nearer either......... strange eh ?
War is just so foolish as only the innocent die.
Andy
WAR is made of three words.... WRATH, AGONY & RUINS...
My Dear Fay,
Allegedly the goal of a war is to restore peace…
does it really!?
An excellent write…
as always!
Laura🌻
An excellent write on the futility and reality of war and how the public is drawn into them. Nicely penned Fay.
Thank you for looking for a read on the foolishness surrounding war my friend. I really appreciate your thoughtful comment too.
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