Kieran Garnett

No wool on these eyes,

No chance to hypnotise.

The rivers of red for the mountains of green.

The fears we seek,

no longer a dream.

Voices scattered on a breeze,

Silhouettes on their knees.

A single bird dancing in the sky,

Not a bird but a lie.


  • Author: Kirk Garnett (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2016 11:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: My anger at last years UK parliament announcing airstrikes in Syria.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 37
  • Users favorite of this poem: xcigsx, Augustus.



    THANKS KIERAN ~ For venting your answer ~ I WAR there is neither Rhyme nor Reason ~just Regret ! Please check my poems BRIAN

  • WriteBeLight

    Powerfully written.

  • Christina8


  • Augustus

    Beautifully done.

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