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.
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!
