The Deed of Blood is o'er!
And, hark, the Trumpet's mournful breath
Low murmurs round it a Note of Death—
The Mighty are no more!
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The gift of humanity poured out like waste upon the ground in the name of Ambition and Pride. How much death and destruction might be avoided if humanity was willing to set down ambition in favor of goodwill to fellow man. Great work, and powerful contemplation.
The devastation and loss of lives of even dear ones in war due to ambition of a few has been marvelously portrayed in this great poem with equally great moral. Thanks for sharing it here.
wow, honestly this is a very good poem. This proves your talent (smiles)
No friend or lover they know of going to war to die sure as dictated by their war lords! The most inhuman act of mankind war is to be eliminated as pestilence sure!
In the battle field of love death smiles as an immortal being! nice to read