Why do we slay each other To kill thou brother Ending thy’s sister Rage wars and battle Is to give killers power And turn good men we entertain this death rattle For what, resources? Or just to cattle for slaughter For peace is within reach But we are blind as a leach Blinded by our own hands and greeds And it is our wants not our needs we feed By our hand we choose And with our heart we loose We do our minds deeds As some minds are weeds While others are meads With my question simple My answer is a hard sample For it is more than our leaders whim But also our nature The predatory instincts that are dim We can blame the three Anger blinds what we see Power brings weakness And the evil within the dark May we overcome this mark In our ever fighting times As ghosts of the past remind us Of the history we choose to relive it is only us that can change these times So here I stay and rhyme Waiting for peace to rebirth In its monumental hearth.
Every day you post a poem, I feel like each one is better than the last. I especially liked this one, as it added a very deep meaning to war and peace. Well done, and I hope to see more poems, like usual.
Just keep doing it as long as you enjoy writing them. I’m happy to see you excelling at something you’re passionate, and I hope you take a poetry class in high school,
To kill thou brother
Ending thy’s sister
Rage wars and battle
Is to give killers power
And turn good men
we entertain this death rattle
For what, resources?
Or just to cattle for slaughter
For peace is within reach
But we are blind as a leach
Blinded by our own hands and greeds
And it is our wants not our needs we feed
By our hand we choose
And with our heart we loose
We do our minds deeds
As some minds are weeds
While others are meads
With my question simple
My answer is a hard sample
For it is more than our leaders whim
But also our nature
The predatory instincts that are dim
We can blame the three
Anger blinds what we see
Power brings weakness
And the evil within the dark
May we overcome this mark
In our ever fighting times
As ghosts of the past remind us
Of the history we choose to relive
it is only us that can change these times
So here I stay and rhyme
Waiting for peace to rebirth
In its monumental hearth.