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Life burns with war.

Crimson flames roared as they spouted ashes,

searing and scorching on the darkened earth,

malevolent, merciless,

bringing everlasting suffering and pain.

Cheers and shouts burst from the warriors,

disintegrating amity with their brutality.

Their eyes were narrowed, chatoyant,

omens of bloodshed.

In such chaos,

who could afford a glance at the violets?

Clamor went on,

silent sobs of the children unheard.

Their tears,

ephemeral,

so were their lives.

A final cry from a fading weakling,

seeking help,

or perhaps,

the last thing he could do,

to express the breaking grievance within.

Scarred and glorious soldiers,

may you halt and take a look at the dahlias?

Gaze at the cursed soil around you --

the scarlet droplets,

the quiescent flesh,

the widened eyes.

Deaths of the innocent are the result of your victory.

Reviews

[Gee]

Powerful piece of poetry.Brings home the reality of what we only give cursory glances when on tv

[Kami Grace]

Thank you very much for reading and leaving such a lovely comment! :)
On TV, I used to learn about the glories of one's victory in a war, or even the so-called "utopia" following the triumph; yet in here, I really feel the disaster behind all these.

[Gee]

Must be so different when it's on your doorstep

[Kami Grace]

Yes. It is way different from the illusions we see.

[Confuser]

What a powerful heartwrenching creative, jam packed with emotions. I love it. Thank you. I do like the word Masterpiece. I feel so sullen now, and I see those tiny faces and their pleas again, because of you, we as humans need it.

[Kami Grace]

Thank you very much for the kind words, Confuser! :)
I wrote the poem because of the civil disobedience ongoing at that time. There was no absolutely right or wrong though, on political issues, but the destruction and violence brought by both the people and the police shook me deeply.

[Confuser]

I read it again. So, so sad; of course I only know of what you tell; and just a mother that wishes for peace everywhere. Thank you.

[Shogun]

Woah, just woah. Awesome job, Wonderful, wonderful description of war here, and its aftereffects. Now, all I need to do is to crawl back into my shell and hope I don't grow jealous of of your masterpiece.

[Kami Grace]

Wow! I am blown away by your wonderful comment! Thank you very much for reading! You don't have to be jealous of me, because your pieces are much more beautiful and descriptive than mine! Be sure to send me read requests once you've posted a piece, as I love reading your works! :)

[Shogun]

Thanks Kami, for the kind words, yeah I posted three new ones, after somehow managing to resuface, and I will try to send a request, though not knowing how to. (Don't worry, I'll fiddle around) Ah, all in good time, I guess.

[Sami Khalil]

"Gaze at the cursed soil around you --
the scarlet droplets,
the quiescent flesh,
the widened eyes.
Deaths of the innocent are the result of your victory."

This was so good and powerful with a great message about wars. Bravo..................

[Kami Grace]

Thanks for leaving such a wonderful comment! I'm elated to know that you liked the poem! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).......