When all the Wars are Done
When all homes are broken
And all roads are wounded
When all the tears have dried up
And the buzz of the flies
And the buzz of the bullets
Is finally silenced
When the last child stops sobbing
And rests his cracked skull
When the mother of that child
No longer can sing the lullaby
When dogs and pigs
And humans alongside
Rest their broken bones in the mud
When all beauty is lost
When all things good are gone
And when all the wars are done
A butterfly will still be beautiful...
Inspired by a wonderful post written by bondgal_rulz.
this has my brain ticking over in so many different dimensions...academic, philosophical, emotional, spiritual.
ReplyDeletemy senses are awakened...
this has my brain ticking over in so many different dimensions...academic, philosophical, emotional, spiritual.
ReplyDeletemy senses are awakened...
nicely done...i likd da way u gave an even picture of da whole scenario...
ReplyDeleteluvd da line "when dogs and pigs and humans alongside..."
its funny how we human get to call dogs and pigs filthy
nicely done...i likd da way u gave an even picture of da whole scenario...
ReplyDeleteluvd da line "when dogs and pigs and humans alongside..."
its funny how we human get to call dogs and pigs filthy
That was absolutely remarkable. Absolutely Remarkable.
ReplyDeleteone day.
ReplyDeletei hope.
nicely done.
one day.
ReplyDeletei hope.
nicely done.
Yes, a butterfly will still be beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a genius really.
My post fades in comparison to your poem. And you say you are no poet. *whacks* :D
Yes, a butterfly will still be beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a genius really.
My post fades in comparison to your poem. And you say you are no poet. *whacks* :D
@ Claire... It happens to me too, whenever I read something related to the futility of fighting and war, sometimes to the extent that something like this comes out of it all...
ReplyDeleteWelcome, and hope you enjoy reading the stuff out here... Cheers...
@ Claire... It happens to me too, whenever I read something related to the futility of fighting and war, sometimes to the extent that something like this comes out of it all...
ReplyDeleteWelcome, and hope you enjoy reading the stuff out here... Cheers...
@ buckingfastard... I had to give an even, fair picture. War is unfair enough to make me think a million times about the fairness of what I write... I wouldn't want to add to the unfairness of it all...
ReplyDeleteIt's all a part of being humans, the fact that we call pigs and dogs filthy. Like someone said, we are at the same time, the ugliest and the most beautiful species on the planet.
@ buckingfastard... I had to give an even, fair picture. War is unfair enough to make me think a million times about the fairness of what I write... I wouldn't want to add to the unfairness of it all...
ReplyDeleteIt's all a part of being humans, the fact that we call pigs and dogs filthy. Like someone said, we are at the same time, the ugliest and the most beautiful species on the planet.
@ Cabo... Thanks a lot...
ReplyDelete@ Brian Miller... I think on some levels, we all are waiting for that day... :)
ReplyDelete@ bondgal... Thanks, and don't forget that it was your post which inspired the poem in the first place :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I still say I'm more of a story-writing guy than a poet, simply because fiction, like the stuff I do keep writing, comes more naturally to me... poems, they're rarer than stories, somehow :)
By the way, where have I heard of that *whack* before?? :D
Cheers...
@ bondgal... Thanks, and don't forget that it was your post which inspired the poem in the first place :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I still say I'm more of a story-writing guy than a poet, simply because fiction, like the stuff I do keep writing, comes more naturally to me... poems, they're rarer than stories, somehow :)
By the way, where have I heard of that *whack* before?? :D
Cheers...
u have been tagged :)
ReplyDeletenow that makes me feel.. nice
ReplyDelete@ Niti... it does? :)
ReplyDelete