Violence vandalised with rhythmic war dance
Gleeful of its horrendous attacks malicious killings
Non-stop destruction without interruption massive innings
Vigour, soon a spent up force as booby trap explodes
Chaos, stench of blood and death
Exhaustion, forced into silence,
tired drowsiness.
We witness suicide.
The fallen body of violence.
Swing
Peace into action
Valediction, obsequies
storing cremated ashes
in an obsidian urn
Immortal is peace.
You're spatting a lot of emotions and thoughts I feel here. I'm glad you're not dancing in the blood of others as I read others do and watch them celebrate. Hugs.
Jayati
if it is not one part of the world, it is the other. This is humanity - it has always been!
We must always try to hold peace, but those who have more contol over issues spoil it. We however shall not give them a chance to spoil our inner peace to the end. Surive and let the goodness flow even in the smallest arteries in your sole. It is not just that simple.
Good poem.
Take care
Ryan
I like the chaotic images of war and violence with which you begin this poem. Every image is full of energy and colour. Blood, dirt, hell.
Then comes the section about peace. It is, what a shock, very peaceful. The images are much simpler and the colours are less chaotic. Peace is elegant and unified.
Beautiful, beautiful. Violence is not self-sustaining. Peace is. Therefore, violence must commit suicide.
So very true. You are wise.
violence can be beneficial at times. Particularly when it is used to shield and defend the oppressed.
It seems to me that we all have to be violent to uproot evil within us as well as when true evil is being combated.
In this case "The violent shall inherit the kingdom of heaven"!
Thank you for sharing your fine poem with us.
Elizabeth Dandy
oh how I wish...perphaps someday
~Kristin