The gruesome General smiles along the battered unpaved way
The child cries of hunger, thirst and shelter or even a cave
The rattled disease beyond the sands
The power within man's hands are beyond comprehend
Live and let live, for death is a mortal's path and not for you to begin the end
For life is a flower as it will bloom one day
Purple, maroon or fire
Green lands will come once again
But war, is an illetrate man's game to gain power - but to what end?
Stop the war..
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Stop The War..
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 20:46
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My younger brother had to write a haiku about war last week so everyone at home was brainstorming, the results were scary and the one he used in the end was horrible.
MJ:
I keep hearing that term every now and then...what is a Hiaku?
:S
It's a form of poetry that first was used in Japan, it's all about syallables, usually 5,7,5. Most are written about seasons and such. That's what I know about it, you can search...
MJ:
Ok.. thanks you've enlightened me to a new form of poetry that I would like to try out..maybe in the future..
;o)
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