The screaming echoes of hell
The echoes of screaming shells
The shattering of wailing echoes
The smattering of human shells.
For decency?
For peace?
For honour?
For humanity?
If? When we fail yet again; once more
Go us into the sea; leave flesh ridden shores
Let briny drink try wash tired hands clean
If there be sea enough to flush man’s grimy pores.
No more!
No more!
No more!
No more!
Or - send us back to the sea; amen
Let the war-weary Earth start over again
Give blood rusty soil time to drink afresh
Forget the blind cruelty; the indifference of men.
©pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – all right’s reserved
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
The screaming echoes of hell
The echoes of screaming shells
The shattering of wailing echoes
The smattering of human shells.
For decency?
For peace?
For honour?
For humanity?
If? When we fail yet again; once more
Go us into the sea; leave flesh ridden shores
Let briny drink try wash tired hands clean
If there be sea enough to flush man’s grimy pores.
No more!
No more!
No more!
No more!
Or - send us back to the sea; amen
Let the war-weary Earth start over again
Give blood rusty soil time to drink afresh
Forget the blind cruelty; the indifference of men.
©pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – all right’s reserved
Man's blind indifference to his fellow man!
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