War

Generals gathered in their masses

Just like witches at black masses

Evil minds that plot destruction

Sorcerer of death's construction

In the fields, the bodies burning

As the war machine keeps turning

Death and hatred to mankind

They started the war and they turn their bodies

They say, why should we go out to fight?

They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their minds

Making war just for fun

Treating people just like pawns in chess

Now in darkness, world stops turning

Ashes where their bodies burning

Satan laughing, spreads his wings

Reviews

[Adam Latham]

Wow, Luna, what a great poem! "Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses." Those two lines for me just pop out and draw the reader in. And I love the last line about Satan too...it lends the poem an even darker tone.

What is it that they say about war, that it does not determine who is right, only who is left...and that is so true.
Anyway, brilliant poem, absolutely loved it. Well done. :)

[Luna]

Thank you, Adam