A Song Of Defeat Comments
The line breaks and the guns go under,
The lords and the lackeys ride the plain;
I draw deep breaths of the dawn and thunder,
And the whole of my heart grows young again.
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5 Stars full and to my Favourites.I have enjoyed this sad song of deafeat, but at least I KNOW about what winning the war mean, from a poet who himself was amidst it.
Insightful message is this most deserving Classic Poem Of The Day! CONGRATULATIONS!
THis IS a sad poem, a very sad Ode to Winners of the War, BUT on the other hand this poem is a very sad and touching, winning the war does not always mean that the soldier is happy, on the contrary!
I cite you here: I sit in the saddle and sing my song. For we that fight till the world is free, We have no comfort in victory; We have read each other as Cain his brother, We know each other, these slaves and we.
An insightful work of art, well articuated and nicely brought forth with conviction.
powerful cities of the world still marching forward defeating the weak cities but there is nothing, no humanity or fear of God that's why still the earth is unpeaceful!
'So while the City of Toil is gutted, I sit in the saddle and sing my song. For we that fight till the world is free, We have no comfort in victory' - so wonderful! Loved these lines. Congratulations to the poet on the poem's selection as the 'Classic Poem of the Day'!
Guns go under! ! ! The battle! Deaths of war. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Earth will grow worse till men redeem it, And wars more evil, ere all wars cease.
Lol. Its just a free style loaded with gist. Great poem. Not mine. The other one
And we shall fight in the villages we shall fight in the jungle we shall fight in the sky till lil' England knows 10 000 years we was rulers under King Tahaka and Phianki while the savages roamed loose. We niggards are not what we seem. Do not ever mistake our smile for a weakness. Remember you all so called progressive world will wander the earth like rabid wolves and come back cooled chilled contrite back to your father. Me the niggard.Check your genes conquerors of yourself.
" Earth will go worse till men redeem it " A fine and profound theme.
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9/6/2025 3:54:44 AM # 1.0.0
We have no comfort in victory; is the Poet's concluding line, so very true I am with you!