I fought the last war, and I won

But now some new war has begun.

And I am weary of the fight

And doubt my cause, and fear my might.

Sweet peace, Why do you hate me so

When I do love you as I go

From field to field with blows for blows

Bleeding tears and feeding crows

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2022 11:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • L. B. Mek

    I recognise these words of frustration
    penned succinctly poetic by you
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (sometimes, it seems our world
    is full 'of lover's without love'
    and 'humanist peace seekers
    devoid of a night's decent rest'
    as if
    in our very questing for the calm rivers
    in existence's chaotic seas
    fate paths a far more ominous journey
    for us to earn the wisdom, we seek.)

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