Monday, 15 November 2010
Through the mists of time,
the shrouded depths of eons past
come the cries of futility and war,
of fallen men, fallen empires;
there is no more.
Through the experience of time nothing is learned,
war kills, stifles, rots and maims;
there is no good.
A war breeds heroes
hate and vengefulness,
it fractures nations
and cosmopolitan in its progress
it becomes more, "Couldn't care less".
War of today in these mists of time
indiscriminate with public to view,
could envelope the world
of nations, families;
me and you.