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
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Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
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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