When They No Longer Listen
Rage on, rage on, rage on
with slashing battle sword
To the deafening crashing blows
of a forged steel war hammer
Against armor worn by mortal men
diplomacy failing yet again
Such is this tired age of sin
all lost in this bloody sickening din
Where even bravery stammers
and evil reaps what it does sow
Empty windows covered with boards
stark burned shells in a red cast dawn
Winners and losers straggle away
both sickened by the course of this day
Hard to tell this is which, amid the survivors
a lesson so hard its engraved in the heart
So terrible it stains the soul forever
and leave all silent at the price
Kings and Lords repent, and peace entice
let the cruel will to oppress be sever
And set self greed now apart
for leaders have become political whores
We can no longer this savage price pay
ask the lost souls what they would say
Another winner, WayzataJOHNN. Thank you.
And thank you for ALL the lovely poems that you bring to Amy’s Place.