What another war!
blood and guts galore ..
propaganda rolled out
truth no where about
warmongers profit from sales
to widow and orphan wails
nobody wins
it’s a huge sin
we never seem to learn
as heartache will churn
can we find peace of mind
or bluster on forever blind!
dVerse, Quatrain, Frank
aroused 
I will never understand men who take a gun to kill people they do not even know. It is not worth mentioning women fighting.
greetings
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sadly most men here are now killing their whole family, often three generations … war or violence of any kind is such a waste!
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This is so sad. We never learn
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Oh there is a winner Kate, the one who collects the money! 😦
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Pitiful state of affairs. Well written piece, Kate.
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Sweetheart I’m on it
You’re tired of the sonnet
The haiku it bores you to tears
The epic too long
And the words of my song
You’ve been hearing for too many years
The limerick
It makes you sick
The couplet is too bloody short
The epigram too
Is distasteful to you
And the elegy too overwrought
So a quatrain next time
With alternate rhyme
Not two lines, not three, there’ll be four
I’ve got odes, I’ve got ballads
Vocabulary salads
And I’ve got love, if you’d like something more.
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oh very clever pops, please please reblog this, it’s truly priceless!
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Poignant poem….if only we could learn from the mistakes of the past, Kate. Alas…
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Very powerful, Kate!
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Good observation: “Nobody wins” Some might think they do, but it in the end the winnings turn to loss.
I like the short lines and meter.
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I agree. I hope it doesn’t go that far. Scary days.
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Sad, poignant, expressed well…such importance to your words, DearKate!
I am usually very Pollyanna, positive, and hopeful, but I’m not sure human-beans will ever find peace within themselves/ peace with themselves, so I feel they will never make peace with each other. 😦
(((HUGS)))
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So sad that somehow we never learn the lessons from the past. We can have peace if we choose. I choose to have peace in my little bubble of life. If each of us can choose the little things to be grateful for and share love with our neighbors, I believe that we will achieve peace.
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War sucks galore Kate, but we never do learn. The great orange- headed asshat is at it again…
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has to keep himself in the headlines to distract from his competition … it’s only about him getting in again!
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This is so true.
I am reading a book these days on afganistan war.
Such sad reality.
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Very sad and moving poem.
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The shorter lines at the end of the second stanza quirk really well to punch home their point.
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True words of where we r going either the good way or the not so good. A lovely poem, Kate
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An excellent poem, Kate.
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A Sad affair – you put it out so well
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That “bluster on, forever blind” does disturb me…I would like to think otherwise…… I would like to think we maybe learning….. I would like think the warmongers profits are gradually being exposed…… But… perhaps my thinking, will never see the light day……..
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There are no winners in a war …..it has been proven time and again yet the lessons are not learnt
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a sign of madness is to keep repeating the same mistake ….
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Forever blind indeed Kate
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I am reading this poem in the morning with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Good read, dear Kate! 🤗
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