#warpoem
I lay my sword down,
letting it crash through the earth.
I look down at it,
how easy it was to cut through.
I stare at my hands,
full of scars and blush-like sweat,
Once so innocent,
once smooth.
As soon as the sword settles,
the thunder rumbles angrily,
screaming at me, wanting to know
why I did all that I did.
Rain pours heavily,
from the sky, and from my eyes.
There was a time,
I had a choice.
I could've stayed back,
let someone else handle the burden.
If I weren't there, and with my wife,
with my soon-to-be child..
perhaps I could have saved them.
I chose to protect our country,
and saved others. In the end,
nobody chose to protect my family,
because that was my burden to handle.
The screams grow louder, stronger.
I beg them to leave me alone,
but they keep haunting me,
with those painful memories.
I fall down to my knees,
reaching for the sword's hilt,
driving it deeper,
as if the earth could swallow it.
In hopes I would forget,
about my wrong decisions,
and my unforgivable thoughts.
But in the silver slash,
I see only their faces.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 4:06 PM UTC
‘I hate you; I hate you all,’
Was all I uttered before the fall.
Barging out of home,
Hiding in my secret cove
I hadn’t for a moment thought -
This wouldn’t be my forever home.
Silence before the storm it was.
My heart shuddered,
As the loud machines and gunshots echoed.
Little courage I had mustered,
To carry my quivering feet home,
Only to witness the collapsed rubbles.
Shattered windows, flaming woods,
Crinkles of crushed glasses under my feet,
Countless footsteps scurrying for shelter,
Myriad cries of pain, anguish and fear,
Echoed in the distant part of my mind
As my numb heart searched my mom.
A hug from mom I ached,
A smile from dad I yearned,
Harmless fight with brother I desired,
Alas! Comfort and safety had perished,
Fright and pain had taken roots
Stronger and firmer than ever.
Severed arms and legs,
****** bodies lying around dead,
Eyes aghast under the snapped walls,
Loving mom, teasing brother, caring dad,
Lay lifeless together,
Yet alone, without me.
If only I hadn’t angrily bashed out,
If only I had brushed off the annoying remarks,
I’d be with them, happily lifeless.
Amidst the raging fire and hate,
I now stand aloof, alive but dead
Wishing all these to be a dream.
Shot after shot was fired merciless
Bomb after bomb was dropped aimless
Burning away the innocent smiles
Taking away the harmless lives
A home once peaceful and merry
Was no longer a home but a cemetery.
- Niveditha Preeth
Dec 16, 2023
Dec 16, 2023 at 1:10 AM UTC
Years Labour
built houses,
apartments,
hospitals,
schools,
It is the same labour that created
Arms,
ammunitions,
tanks,
warships
to destroy the same creation,
Our whole life is paradox;
We live to create
And succeeded in creating
That very thing which
destroys our creation,
In a loop, we're running
Searching and creating meaning,
Taking the help of destruction
we give us the motivation to soak
our hands in blood and gore,
A person lived this life before
He was like us busy in the process
Of creating and destroying,
Our friend! Our Prototype!
Our Sysiphus!
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
A wall will never stop the spread of disease;
Even if you are called the civilized west,
Banksy won't and can't make the cries to cease.
Cries from forefront clashes, from throwing rocks...
Hand over one's heart,
We all profit off; selling outdated Glocks.
Mapping out the labyrinth tale with a frag
Minotaur's keep the fight alive in this hell
A mechanic social manipulation
With hearts of Palestine in confiscation
Teenage angst never did pay off well.
One thing to comfort the Jew,
They're going to die anyway,
And so will you.
A sky full of sulfur
Coming down on little kids.
These aren't stars,
These are toxic tears.
These aren't stars,
You carry on your flags,
What shines are shells, grenades and frags.
Misuse of weaponry, a national trait;
Once second world war victims,
Now a first world charade.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
My dear world,
Your children's scream in pain,
But no one hearing,
In this ***** mans game,
The edge of the machine,
Cuts so deep,
An eye for an eye,
Makes the whole world blind,
Yet we think another bullet,
Will save us this time!
By; Nida Mahmoed
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC