On the dusty table there sat
Dirty cups and plates and other nick-nats
Swept across the table was a book
That had news clippings worth a look
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And we all will dread that day. Just the thought of it is enough to send the chills to spine.
Congratulations on POD, DEAR POET. This poem with its inimitable style deserves the accolades. All the best
Wars are fought by hapless men and women, in the name of patriotism, but at the instance of self-serving greedy and powerhungry rulers…. Yes, war is the end of every nation
An insightful rendition set aside for deep reflective thought. Congrats on your poem's selection as member POD.