War forgets
the accoutrements of peace –
in one quick blast
tranquility is banished
And if it is ever to return
it will be adorned
in the somber vestments
of displaced lives.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from the app formerly called Twitter. Image my own)
War forgets
the accoutrements of peace –
in one quick blast
tranquility is banished
And if it is ever to return
it will be adorned
in the somber vestments
of displaced lives.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from the app formerly called Twitter. Image my own)
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Another powerful choice of topic and words!
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Thank you!
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This brought tears to my eyes! So true VJ so true!
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Thank you. A reason why kindness counts even more.
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That is so sweet! You’re more than welcome VJ
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Very powerful, VJ.
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Thanks LuAnne
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So sad with wars in our world. I love your poem. Anita
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Thanks Anita, you would think we are intelligent enough to find different solutions, but I guess not.
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Whew! Fist up!
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This is a very impactful poem, in just a few short lines.
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Welcome
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And the haunting question, were all the deaths worth it? š¦
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Right?! Surely not.
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I really like how it impactful this poem is in just a few short lines.
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Thank you
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War destroys peace of everyone, even if they are away from it.
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So true, Sadje
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Beautiful, stark: “somber vestments of displaced lives”. Thanks, VJ. š¤
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