With war came the throngs of men
frowning in their military uniforms.
A putrid stench fills the air
whispers and some silent prayers.
Wise village men tittle-tattle
mothers snuggle their calves,
preparing for their next battle.
Haughty men split themselves halves
to usurp the honor that is left.
4 thoughts on “War”
A timely poem in the wake of the Ukraine War.
Thanks Drac, it end up being posted out of mistake 🙄
all wars are ugly: you capture it well —
True said John and thanks 🙏