In boldest headlines see a coming war
like charcoal spilled on snow, this war
the pride of nations on our heroes lie
I see those eyes that burn for coming war
are we prepared for battles, screaming men?
the weapons sharpened for the brutal war
as my finger trace lines of sooty ink
I look for a salvation from this war
alas the hope is low, our armies are prepared
to fight and shed their blood – we are at war
and meanwhile in Ukraine, it is for real
but nothing can compare to our nation’s war
to play for gold or grab the silver coin
I will survive and I can bear this war
Today in dVerse we write poetry inspired by fables, and I will tend the bar myself.
I wrote this ghazal reading through the newspaper seeing the headlines for the Olympic hockey-final compared to the situation in Ukraine. But I guess for a day we will be at war with Canada – smiles. At the end from all this rumble it will only be a little mouse coming out.
Aesop fable to inspire me was:
The mountain in labor
Moral: Don’t make much ado about nothing
February 22, 2014