Worn raging out of horror’s make,
’twill leave but sorrows in its wake.
A maelstrom cursed with loathsome might,
a vengeance bent on crushing light.
From calm into the dark frontier
where breaks the heavy wracks of fear.
It yearns for death to all who born,
a cloud of steel and hailing scorn.
The wroth weighed rains to serve and sate
the fuming tongues of thunderous hate.
As black as pitch, a storm obscene,
lay terror on each hope and dream.
Thereinto naught, oblivion;
benumbed, be-damned, be woe, be gone.
Beyond repair, but ashes left;
beleaguered, beaten, burnt, bereft.
From breast an infant seared to coke,
of bodies tempered up in smoke.
A world made mad, the wrath of men.
Of Gaza now, do onto them.
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Tony Grannell (
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A powerful message Tony set in marvelous rhyme and meter. A heartbeat yet quelled in a burnt and desolate land where revenge and reprisal are deemed more important than forgiveness and peace. Religion, land, feuds, history all prevent cooperation. A land it seems doomed to total destruction. Nicely done Tony
You said it, Soren, any excuse for war and the innocent to suffer. I am happy you read this one, especially after what your grandfather and great grandfather said of war: 'nonsense!'. Your visits are always a delight, my friend. If you don't mind me asking, your family name, Barrett, your ancestors, do they hail from, Cork?
Your fellow poet and friend,
Tony.
No one knows for sure the records were all burned in a court fire a century or so ago. Some say they came from England but there is stronger evidence they came from Ireland but due to so much prejudice against the Irish in this country they told people they were from England. You are most welcome my fiend it is always a pleasure to read one of your poems
It is indeed a storm. 🙏🏻🕊️
Hello arqios,
A storm indeed, a ferocious one. Thank you very much for reading and responding, kind of you indeed.
Fond regards,
Tony.
May the best man win.
I have written many times about this devastating situation but not as eloquently and beautifully as this. Through history a troubled land with real hate flowing from both sides, but as usual its the innocent one side who pay the ultimate price to appease the war mongers on both sides, nicely expressed and written
I appreciate your pieces on war and peace. You are a valued contributor to MPS!
You are very welcome
Hello, Tobani,
Everything you say is true, sadly true. As always, you are so kind and it is very much appreciated.
All the best,
Tony.
Gut-wrenching utterance that captures so many of our thoughts-- you are a fine translator from thought to word, from heart to pen. I cannot forget this image: "From breast an infant seared to coke"... more than a poetic image... a brutal close-up look... sigh
Hello, archer,
A gut wrenching image indeed, hard to comprehend and now a daily occurrence. 'Brutal'.
Thank you ever so much for your very fine response. I hold it with great esteem and sadly, too, with a heavy heart.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
powerful, wonderful and a message that needs to be heard
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