From the Archive of Simple Poetry: BLOOD ON THE BATTLEFIELD (How It Cries Aloud) Blood on the battlefield saturate the soil An Earth already corrupted, now given greater toil Cries of the wounded piercing through the night The all sickening sounds of war’s anguished fright The voices of men and women screaming in pain All bleeding and dying, broken, pierced and lamed Splattered and spilled, oozing and dropped Fall to the ground, a fountain unstopped The voice of the blood in a torturous silent scream Cry from the earth, for one to redeem Some poured out in violence, fury, and rage Screaming out in anger, a wild beast un-caged Others cry for vengeance, but not for itself Only against injustice, and the ravishes it has left The cry is heard loudest in those who death draws near Seeing no life thereafter, summons many fears The Earth will ever mourn as she drinks in life’s blood What once flowed warm, now a cold and lifeless flood Blood on the battlefield, how it cries aloud Poured out like rain, from a dark and stormy cloud War is one of humanitys, or perhaps more fittingly, inhuman events on the scale of catastrophes. The shedding of blood flows through an open cleft and falls unto the earth as an endless waterfalls. It is mans anger and hatred against God and man expressed in the fury of his darkened depraved heart. Even the earth is made to become sorrow filled as the blood souls of men is thrust into the bowels of earths soul soil. Unwillingly the life of the flesh is violently drank back down into the earth in which it came. Blood thirsty men absorb the perverted pleasures of shedding innocent life while justifying it through religious zealot-ism. In the name of God (of whatever sort or nature he is of) man justifies and glorifies his wicked and abominable deeds. From homicide bomber to suit and tie donning agents of systematic human starvation; mans inhumanity towards man is incomprehensible in magnitude. Ravenous cowardly men feed upon the fears of the weak and infirmed; thus, to mask his own fears. The cries of war ravish over the face of the earth this day, and this generation now witness wars pinnacle approaching. God have mercy upon all our souls? Trenton Battle
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 04:39:42 +0000
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