Poetry – Lies


It is written in blood

Down the ages –

Time and again.

It is heard in screams,

From the dark,

From the ruins.

It is written by the winners

With the blood of the slain.

It repeats,

            It echoes,

                        It reverberates,

In a never-ending cycle.

Opher 30.10.2018

Why do people believe the lies of leaders who lead them to war? Why do they ever think that war is an answer?

The lies litter history.

The promises are broken.

The dreams never come true.

Yet still people take up arms and follow. They bay. They shout. They kill, maim and they die.

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