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Witch in Baghdad
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Shout And Shrill Use Black Magic. Cast a spell.
Wish I could, do this well
On the battle field. Hypnotise and still
Soldiers on a drill, marching forward to kill;
Arms and ammunition full
Artilleries unable to trigger or pull
Guns; drive tanks using their hands
Bodies and limbs stiff; inflexible.
Spread over, the magic quilt
Calm, as cover built
across the lines.
No bombs no blasts could fly past
No soldiers fall, no flag half-mast.
I prevail.
Statues static on soil
Defeated violence recoiled, locked inside a tiny cell.
My breath into their lungs, blowing a quick redress
Awake the battalions into a song and dance, merry makings.
Foes and friends together completely forget to fight
In exuberance, embrace, hold each other tight.
Black is beautiful! So is the night to fall asleep and wake up into a beautiful world.
Great Poem. Though I'm not too sure you should relate Black Magick with Witches. Then the image of witches turn negative when they are not.
My dear friend. If only everyone saw the world as you it would truely be heaven. Wouldn't it be wonderful if they gave a war and everyone refused to go?
Peace and Hugs
HK
Hi friend!
A lovely poem, but-
In this world we often achieved peace only via combat.
A peace at any cost is worthless. It has to be based on justice and charity. If these two prerequisites are absent it is unrealistic.
So let us fight for authentic peace.
Fine poem! Thanks
Elizabeth Dandy
Hello, If only we could, A well written piece, you have thought it out well, and paint a real picture.
David.L.
Great poem! I just wish that this would be possible. To remove hate from the heart and replace it with love. Peace among all people. ~Jan