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Daivik Feb 2022
War
Rich men wage wars
Why don't they fight them
Politicians,oligarch
Soldiers dying for what?

Rich men sending away poor men
To die for some more money
Some more power
Some more land
Just some more
And more
And more

No side is the saint
All of them, narcissistic egomaniacs,f**k them
The cost is paid by those who don't know what it is even for
By the innocent
What did they do?

And God never punishes the evil,only the innocent
For absolute futility,families lose their children,people lose their nation
For what?
And you can give me many reasons to justify
But how do you justify death
Can you give them back what you have taken

And you can give many speeches
But can you tell me why is the old mother crying
Why is that road red
Why is the little boy orphaned
What did they do?
What is there fault?
Why bring us into your sick games?

And afterwards you celebrate
But has any war ever been truly won?
Both sides lose something
Your soldiers are not my enemy
Just humans,thinking he is doing the right thing



War is the cost of peace,peace is the cost of war,a cycle of death,destruction and madness
Madness,absolute madness
Tyrants thinking they own us,and they do

One man's ego ruining millions of lives
How can someone be so evil
It is their war,of the rich,why are we fighting

No you can't
However much you try you can justify mindless killing
Not a single one of them
Not a million

We are not guns or tanks that can be bought and made
We humans who live and laugh,have beating hard
We aren't collateral damage
And if we don't die we starve

You may ask who are we?
Many more than you estimate
Who are you?
This blood,this death,this destruction
And you paint the dead as heroes and martyrs because you can't give them their lives back

All the money in the world going to **** people who have nothing to do with it
Peace is not profitable
Peace is not in your interest

Gory glory
Red rivers
You say its for good
But don't you shiver
When you see the tears
In the widows eye
The orphan children playing with wasted guns
How do you sleep at night?

Who is right who is wrong
The left or right,I don't know
You say,"us or them"
There is no them
It's only us,this whole world ,this is us,you are the 'them'
Just tell me one thing before you call me coward
It's blood on whose hand?

People dying
People crying
People writing songs on wars
On the sieges and victories
And the pointlessness of it all

Love will win
Peace will win

Love will win
Peace will win

Love will win
Peace will win

Love will win
Peace will .................
I support no side but peace
Philip Lawrence Feb 2022
Rise.

Rise and be heard.

Rise and brandish your resolve.

Rise to fend the jackboot of oppression and

the black hand that seeks to cover the sky.

Rise to keep the warm sun upon your face.

Rise and continue to breathe free.


for Ukraine
Dave Robertson Feb 2022
Aaaaah!
Understand that every thought you had
about adults knowing what they’re doing
rapidly disappears when you become one

So even the plush ******
sat at the Romanesque desk
preaching complex reasons and threats
…because?
is hideously full of ****

When the best toy is being threatened
in kindergarten, the fattest egos flex
and either with aggression
or diseased crocodile tears
will appeal or impel.

Well. Here we are.
Men get old, even me.
But unlike cheese or wine,
it is not fine, virile,
or true.
Evie G Feb 2022
No more poignant photographs.
No more signs of the times.
No more war stories.
No more scars with stories.
No more stories that scar.
No more futures dashed.
No more glass smashed.
No more Heroes.
No more ‘we rose
From the ashes.
The ashes will be too thin,
Blown too far apart by the toxic winds.
This cannot be a remix
Icarus eyes have killed the Phoenix.

There is no future,
There is no past,
When we face the atom blast.
Yeah, so basically this is a terrible day.
GaryFairy Oct 2021
Please don't cancel my culture
it's all I have got
it wasn't my choice to be born now
to be born here

sometimes I wish I had been born in another time
in another place
Some of those places are just history now
and not clear history

another time is history

history is hindsight, and without hindsight

we lose foresight
I come to post my razzle dazzle rhymes, and this ******* comes out...is ******* good fertilizer?
Moomin Jun 2021
The peace of this small neighbourhood, is shattered as the door caves in
As masked marauders seek with guns, the criminals that hide within
But they find no deadly drug baron, Nor killer, or ****** animal
But a grey-haired lady, small and frail, in terror as she beholds them all

At gunpoint then her hands are tied, and her walking stick cast to the floor
As she is marched by mighty men, to the waiting van outside her door
Her heart skips wildly and her breath is tight, as she is bundled roughly inside
Her dignity and rights of law, are swept away and cruelly denied

And across the town there sits a girl, with kindly, smiling joyful eyes
A teen who spends her youthful zest, bringing hope and joy to other lives
But little does she know this day, that her future days are to dwell
Not in delight and dancing halls, but in a dark and lonely prison cell
        
And elsewhere stands a local hero, a man so honoured by decree
Acclaimed by peers and politicians, as a citizen of kindly deeds
Yet on this day, he is torn away, from his family who are left in tears
As this father and devoted husband, is imprisoned now for seven years
  
Who are these ones snatched by the state, and treated so unjustly
Held without cause or consideration, and despised so bitterly?
They obey all laws and pay their dues, and love their neighbours when they can
And share a hope of a future bright, even though their hope is banned    

They are young and old, black and white, and gathered from diversity
They wage no wars, won't steal or lie, but treat all people with dignity
For their crime is not of violence, nor abuse, or fraud or robbery    
But of being Christians and trying to show, Christ-like love to you and me

And what of those who terrorize them, the land where this grim drama is set
That mighty nation, so paranoid, that it considers them a threat
This pretender to the throne, bedecked in red and white and blue
Is a jealous king who hates the ones, who, to Christ their King are ever true

But as they languish in prison cells, awaiting justice from the King
The one whose commandments they obey, is smiling down and proud of them
For their hope is not in men of law, nor international decree
But their just and loving King, Christ Jesus, and in God- Jehovah's sovereignty    


Dedicated to Jehovah's Witnesses imprisoned in Russia
Michael R Burch Feb 2021
THE MUSE by Anna Akhmatova

This is my English translation of an epigram by Anna Akhmatova …

The MUSE
by Anna Akhmatova
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My being hangs by a thread tonight
as I await a Muse no human pen can command.
The desires of my heart — youth, liberty, glory —
now depend on the Maid with the flute in her hand.

Look! Now she arrives; she flings back her veil;
I meet her grave eyes — calm, implacable, pitiless.
“Temptress, confess!
Are you the one who gave Dante hell?”

She answers, “Yes.”



I have also translated this tribute poem written by Marina Tsvetaeva for Anna Akhmatova:

Excerpt from “Poems for Akhmatova”
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You outshine everything, even the sun
at its zenith. The stars are yours!
If only I could sweep like the wind
through some unbarred door,
gratefully, to where you are...

to hesitantly stammer, suddenly shy,
lowering my eyes before you, my lovely mistress,
petulant, chastened, overcome by tears,
as a child sobs to receive forgiveness...


Keywords/Tags: Anna Akhmatova, Marina Tsvetaeva, Russia, Russian, translation, Muse, sun, stars, poems, poetry, poets, writing, mrbtran
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