Vile War Versus Moral Peace

Vile War Versus Moral Peace short poem

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Bloodshed, bloodshed everywhere
Mere violence in the air
Clouds of obscurity strewn about
The sky of fateful memories.

A terrible terror crammed
In the inner core of the heart
There’s no room for mercy now
Retort hatred with hatred
And war with war.

Not a sole naïve is spared
From the clutches of envy.
Young blood spilt
With no sign of guilt.

Earthly life ends in a flash
Let it not end up in trash
Erase the traces of war
And let your hearts be ajar;

To banish the resentful sprite of war
And welcome the graceful angel of peace.

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I m 15 years old and i live in mysore, karnataka, India. I love writng and reading poetry. And i m particularly fond of the poems of Wordsworth.
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Nikhath Banu
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MashaAllah keep it up

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao
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The most needed commodity in this trouble-torn world is peace. And it has become a rare commodity. Religion, politics, self-aggrandizement, greed and oneupmanship lead to wars. The victims invariably are the ones who don’t war. This is the condition in which we live. People who talk of peace are sidelined and more than once are eliminated by hawks. No one can say with any amount of certainty when good sense will prevail. This is a poem of relevance in modern day context.

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