SYMPHONY OF WAR

A symphony in the background,
subliminal but not unheard,
growing louder every day
ignoring every word.

The audience in apathetic pleasure
dances to the tune.
Senses indulged & mind so numb,
thought – a desert dune.

Shimmering oasis –
mirage of nomadic wandering.
The sands of time an hourglass:
Insanity is pondering.

Psyche drugged; the will is lost –
Question to accept.
Angelic harps by demons played –
Sanity is swept.

Drums are bombs -
The crescendo of this captive peace.
Words still mute,
still in hope, desire their release.

The hostile vista
peaceful & so still.
In tempest blown, grains like stone
murderous with will.

Free at last,
the message travels on a hostile breeze.
Delivered to the city,
received with icy freeze.

Epitaphs left for those to read,
the music melancholic.
Colour from faces fade,
living corpses vitriolic.

No odes or books,
as record of their asking.
Engraved in stone –
hammered words are left basking.

The symphony still sounds
like laughter on the wind.
Humanity is tricked.
Against itself it sinned.

Words no longer sacred,
demand much more of man.
Action the key to sanctify,
words no longer can.

Wagner cries from heaven,
Neitzche laughs from hell.
Music instrumental –
The tolling of the bell.

SYMPHONY OF WAR

Clouds

Lisarow., Australia

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Inspired by the lack of vocal opposition to war

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