And I remind
those songs
talking of peace
talking of love.
Today I remind them
listening to the radio.
I hear from the news
that after decades
cannonballs keep flying
men searching for command
and people keep dying.
But now I don't blame God anymore
for the man's thirst of power
for his greed of money.
Everyone has got a flag of glory
to cover the shame of death
and make his murders
as were a right.
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Author:
Albix (
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Comments3
Quite the protest poem this poem puts the blame back where it belongs. A wonderful write
Thank you very much Sorenbarrett. You're really very kind!
My pleasure
A wonderful write of protest, laying the blame firmly at the door it belongs, enjoyed the read
Thanks very much. It' very kind of you PL!
You are very welcome
Passionate and full of feeling
Enjoyed the read
Thank you Peto. I really feel more and more sad for the too many wars going around in the world: Syria, Gaza, Ukraine, Afrika. I'm longing for an international, democratic government, capable to impose the belligerant states a fair peace, or at least a safe ceasfire. I hope to be able to know a new international order of justice and peace.
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