The battlefield lies in a barren ruin
Men who once lived, now but an illusion
A memory long forgotten, written in history
Their corpses forever etched with marks of misery
As time passes, the years forevermore
The battlefield remains a scar, broken and torn
The evidence of violence a hollow reminder
No matter the age, we are never wiser
The world is locked in a state of decay
An infinite cycle of hatred, lies and the betrayed
Men who’ve sworn their lives to the power of the insane
To fight against an enemy, led by the same charade
They kill and maim, flesh and bone
They stab and break, tear down stone
They murder nonchalant, under a banner of lies
More families shattered, everlasting demise
The battlefield crimson, soaked with new blood
The bodies of the brave, tossed into the mud
A mountain of decay, forever it is endless
Never forgotten, for memories are deathless
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Author:
P.X. Vexxus (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Decay [July 10, 2016] Describes the never-ending cycle of war and pain.
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Such great sadness. The pen is mightier than the sword is a noble line. But the sword takes lives again and again. Oh yes, the pen saves lives - but i repeat the sword takes lives again and again.
God d write, so many are still grieving or still in pain. Good tribute.
I love the poem; it's very truthful and well written
Nothing in our history as a species is more consistent than war, is it? Your well written strong poem describes nicely the folly and brutality of it. I must believe it provides us with an advanced course in the university of life. Thank you for sharing this fine poem, P.X..
Thanks everyone for reading and commenting! I am glad you enjoyed the story!
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