War poems send chills through me, the 'bullets and rockets' symbolise only death. Here the 'innocent' lives lost are on a 'battlefield' in the 'Middle East'. I can see clearly the 'Monster horses' aka, planes prowling like a hunter. It's hardly 'fair' when their claws are 'missiles'. When warfare is unfair, it really is a matter of 'honour/ survival', all over a boundary line, does it matter, surely there is a diplomatic solution? Assets equate greed; greed and war are both senseless. There is nothing 'holy' about this, or any war, they are pure evil; either from one or more aggressor. War is indeed, 'the war within us' where will we find, 'the light' to stop all wars? The answer to this has yet to be agreed. It takes two to fight, but you can't expect the bullied to remain downtrodden. What we have at the moment is a nuclear stalemate. Is this what modern freedom looks like, WOMD pointing at us from all angles? It's like being told to dance with a gun pointed at you.
A good poem, with some lovely descriptions, words and rhyme.
Oh.. so poor, how I missed out the show.. Indeed, I'm thankful to You all WONDER MINDS out there, for making out the precious, sacred time, to review this inviting effort. I'm absolutely humbled by the fashionable spirit of kindness that has weaved us together, amidst our glaring differences.
Well done to us all, and more strides this new year!
And as for madame Gel; You made this work!
Thank you plenty, for all support!
Thankful for us! You made my day..