- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The trodden war
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A poem to war.
Is it your belief that fuels the passion inside?
A thousand muscles tearing for the same cause,
Husbands, Fathers, sons, daughters, mothers and wives cried.
Was it all because of some immaterial broken laws?
Shame, horror and disgust that you’ve drawn the blood
From uniforms that only protected the wasted word of honor,
Leaving the enemy strewn in mud,
A victory won with the price of gore.
Though never forget that exalted admiration,
Now immortal god all from such actions
They stood their ground and showed us nation,
Lest the differences then united for a country not a faction
We will always have ancestors to be kept in mind.
Forget the tribulations that came around and think only of our kind.
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