They all see red
Faces shaded in crimson mist.
Burnt out minds and hearts lay dead
With clenched up hands and shaking wrists.
Swallowed up by blinding rage
That fuels their tongues with vile disdain.
Wars of race, beliefs and age
Division that drove the world insane.
Our greatest war was fought with emotion
Value of life that pride diminished
To hatred we showed the greatest devotion
Nothing left, our race is finished.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2017 23:35
- Comment from author about the poem: First new poem in a while, hope you enjoy
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First new poem in a while, & one of your best.. I love the descriptions, & the flow.. "Faces shaded in crimson mist" - I haven't read anything like that in ages.. well done! 🙂
Thanks Nebojsa! It did seem like an appropriate time to come back to my writing
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