We fight in wars, we fight and there’s no winner
Can’t we just sit back, relax and eat dinner?
Stifled by greed, that makes us point missiles
Trying to show off, with all bells and whistles
Destruction a result, both outer and inner
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (3)
Nobody wins. Well said.
Somehow I missed this one, it’s perfect for the limerick challenge because war is an absolute absurdity of life.
This poem brings attention to the negative effects of war in a thought-provoking and impactful way.👍👍👍