Mar 2015
War is like a debate with two sides,
Arguing in the form of blood,
Red like the lava from a volcano, deadly and painful,
With the roar of massive tanks, like a lion roaring at it's prey,
And with the screams and cries of the dying, what a sorrow sight it is,
Although war can be catastrophic,
Emerging from it could compensate
With new ideas and new designs.
Arguing in the form of blood,
Red like the lava from a volcano, deadly and painful,
With the roar of massive tanks, like a lion roaring at it's prey,
And with the screams and cries of the dying, what a sorrow sight it is,
Although war can be catastrophic,
Emerging from it could compensate
With new ideas and new designs.
Hello, I am looking for some critiques about this poem as well as some tips. I would also love to hear some interpretations (if any). Keep in mind that I am young and just beginning poetry so any help or suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
