Radio | Baris Semerci
second world war years
informer neighbour next door
the unlucky guy
accidentally tuned to
enemy radio news
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war poems
Ships of Evil | Michael Kagan
Bones in the sand
from the shores of history
the curse of the pointless point
the dog slinks back to the underbrush
he can see the blood in its teeth
fearing the virus
in the darkness of it’s mind
it has cut all ties
with love and trust
knives clutched in
dismembered hands
death awaits the madness
hate filled expression
in a leaking coffin
the trees cannot sleep
they hear the screaming
through their leaves
standing in caustic rain
an old dead volcano is stirring
it has angered the
oceans of magma
burning rocks and
blocking the sun
all disappears in it’s molten path
nothing will grow
for one hundred years
the birds and animals weep
it has shaken the
very nature of things
with bellicose vessels
and sails of black
sorrow exploding
from ugly flags
shutting off life
and the light in the eyes
beautiful dreams
run off and take cover
living forever
before the after.
War | Ananya S. Guha
Catamarans sinking
death is an innuendo
a slow prod to benighted
submarines, aircraft
that think a dash against
the skies is a war of victory
nosedive into the ranges of seas
or soar into ragged mountains to know how truth has its own game
of conning all of you
who believe in hijacking people and then in the name of war piercing eye sockets to tout international relations.
Newspaper Headlines | Ananya S. Guha
In the postscript of war
there is no death, only graves
some are not even named
like Auden’s unknown citizen
but war is war, now not only
in embattled cities, but in little rooms of malcontent,
postscript, I love you people who kill, I forget those whose bloody death causes not catastrophe but gelatinous newspaper headlines.
Game for Fools | Rohit Sagolsem
Look, look, they have done it again!
Bombing mercilessly, they have killed the innocent
In the name of peace, they have turned the river red
Life to them is a mere game of chess
Where the innocent are the pawns, destined to die
Calling themselves patriots, they have made the sky dark
Achieving happiness, sacrificing the innocent
Ruthless acts making them proud
Restoring peace by firing inhuman bullets
Life on a platter, the situation is the same anywhere
Man will perish if this killing goes on,
Stop differentiating men based on their color
Don’t forget the color of blood will remain the same
Men, such fools killing one another
When everyone can live in peace, why create chaos?
If I say, let’s go to war, will you listen more?
Please don’t be a fool, we all want peace
There will be no we to tell the tale
Of how we men lived and achieved true happiness.