Agony
I lost my arm, a leg; the head
Of once my brother fell to me.
I caught it
with a scream caressed with
Bowels, anointed with our blood –
Arterial –
of crimson zest –
Ethereal in oxygenation.
My mother whined a haunting
dirge
Of ‘Why? ’ and ‘Will this never end? ’
I answered with my bluing
lips
And gurgles of antiphony.
Dying in our agony,
We make a sorry
nation.
- Mark R Slaughter
This poem briefly outlines the horrors of war and describes a terrifying experience. This poem shows how the effects of war targets individuals, mothers, and a nation.
Of once my brother fell to me.
I caught it
with a scream caressed with
Bowels, anointed with our blood –
Arterial –
of crimson zest –
Ethereal in oxygenation.
My mother whined a haunting
dirge
Of ‘Why? ’ and ‘Will this never end? ’
I answered with my bluing
lips
And gurgles of antiphony.
Dying in our agony,
We make a sorry
nation.
- Mark R Slaughter
This poem briefly outlines the horrors of war and describes a terrifying experience. This poem shows how the effects of war targets individuals, mothers, and a nation.
Time For Joining War
We have to join in war,
This is the time to join in war
Yes, I have to go
to battle field
Not to waste time in this way.
Have to go to war; have to
go to war
Have to go to war.
Bondage! No, no, no and never,
I do
not accept, can’t accept, this can’t be
Flowers will not bloom on my way-this
can’t be
Can any one hold the sun in pledge?
I must join the war,
Join the war, join the war.
Enemy of flower is the foe of sun
Foe
of sun is the enemy of flower
And also enemy of our love-
Flood, thunder,
storm- are temporary distress
Could you hold your beauty in pledge at mirror?
No! No, no, no, no- it will must come out.
Perfume of flower is sent
as letter
Perfume of flower, perfume of flower, perfume of flower-
Who are
the enemies their eremite is for ever
Enemy of river, tree, magpie robin and
cuckoo
War, war against them
Yes, I have to go to battle field.
War
against them who create obstruction
On the way of river
War against them
who hang the green grass
War against them who obstruct the rain fall from
sky
War, war and war
Against them who obstruct to love flower, poet to write
Who obstruct to talk in mother tongue!
War, war, war and war
against them
I have to go to battle field-
This is the time to join in
war
This is the time to join in war
And this is the time to join in war.
-Bongokobida Zakaria
This poet is talking about going to war against the enemy who opposes them and tries to suppress them and their kind. To go to war with this enemy is to create a better future for the people . It is noble to fight the enemy.
This is the time to join in war
Yes, I have to go
to battle field
Not to waste time in this way.
Have to go to war; have to
go to war
Have to go to war.
Bondage! No, no, no and never,
I do
not accept, can’t accept, this can’t be
Flowers will not bloom on my way-this
can’t be
Can any one hold the sun in pledge?
I must join the war,
Join the war, join the war.
Enemy of flower is the foe of sun
Foe
of sun is the enemy of flower
And also enemy of our love-
Flood, thunder,
storm- are temporary distress
Could you hold your beauty in pledge at mirror?
No! No, no, no, no- it will must come out.
Perfume of flower is sent
as letter
Perfume of flower, perfume of flower, perfume of flower-
Who are
the enemies their eremite is for ever
Enemy of river, tree, magpie robin and
cuckoo
War, war against them
Yes, I have to go to battle field.
War
against them who create obstruction
On the way of river
War against them
who hang the green grass
War against them who obstruct the rain fall from
sky
War, war and war
Against them who obstruct to love flower, poet to write
Who obstruct to talk in mother tongue!
War, war, war and war
against them
I have to go to battle field-
This is the time to join in
war
This is the time to join in war
And this is the time to join in war.
-Bongokobida Zakaria
This poet is talking about going to war against the enemy who opposes them and tries to suppress them and their kind. To go to war with this enemy is to create a better future for the people . It is noble to fight the enemy.
A wise one we need
In a World where many see human life as cheap
The mothers of the war dead for
their dead offsprings weep
Car and suicide bombers and bombs dropped from the
sky
The victims of war by the hour multiply.
Though wars of the past
with sadness we may recall
From the lessons of war we've not learned at
all
We still give power to those who see war as okay
Who sends the troops
to battle in Lands far away.
The latest declared war was based on a
lie
How many more people in war zones must die?
The price of every war
victory and war memorial parade
In human blood and loss of human life
paid.
Due to Religion and Culture and National Pride
In terrorism and
war far too many have died
We give power to idiots a wise one we need
A
wise one to war us never would lead.
-Francis Duggan
I think this poem is just saying how war is useless and pointless and the only thing war produces is death and disaster and ruined lives. People elect leaders who seem to be warmongers when people need level headed leaders who oppose war and do their best to prevent it.
The mothers of the war dead for
their dead offsprings weep
Car and suicide bombers and bombs dropped from the
sky
The victims of war by the hour multiply.
Though wars of the past
with sadness we may recall
From the lessons of war we've not learned at
all
We still give power to those who see war as okay
Who sends the troops
to battle in Lands far away.
The latest declared war was based on a
lie
How many more people in war zones must die?
The price of every war
victory and war memorial parade
In human blood and loss of human life
paid.
Due to Religion and Culture and National Pride
In terrorism and
war far too many have died
We give power to idiots a wise one we need
A
wise one to war us never would lead.
-Francis Duggan
I think this poem is just saying how war is useless and pointless and the only thing war produces is death and disaster and ruined lives. People elect leaders who seem to be warmongers when people need level headed leaders who oppose war and do their best to prevent it.
A Mother Does Not
A mother does not raise her child for to fight and die in war
Or to kill
another Human Being in a Country from home far
That her son or her daughter
should at someone else shoot to kill
A person they have never known or who
have never bore them ill.
Picasso's 'Screaming Woman' is for all woman
kind
The mother weeps for her dead child with grief 'out of her
mind'
Mothers do not raise their children for to be remembered on War
Memorial Day
For to fight in war for war mongering non combatants and throw
their lives away
A mother raises her son or daughter so her seed of life
will live on
That her genes will still be around when she herself has
gone
From the World of the living to be numbered amongst the dead
I wish
for my children to outlive me that's what the mother said.
A mother does
not raise her child for to meet with an early death
Not for her War Memorial
Day or the words 'Lest we forget'
She wants her son and daughter for to grow
old and gray
And she does not wish to hear of War and War Memorial Day.
-Francis Duggan
This poem explains that for sons and daughters to go to war and die early is against the mothers wishes and it should not happen. War always takes, but never gives anything other than pain and grief, especially to a mother who has lost her offspring.
Or to kill
another Human Being in a Country from home far
That her son or her daughter
should at someone else shoot to kill
A person they have never known or who
have never bore them ill.
Picasso's 'Screaming Woman' is for all woman
kind
The mother weeps for her dead child with grief 'out of her
mind'
Mothers do not raise their children for to be remembered on War
Memorial Day
For to fight in war for war mongering non combatants and throw
their lives away
A mother raises her son or daughter so her seed of life
will live on
That her genes will still be around when she herself has
gone
From the World of the living to be numbered amongst the dead
I wish
for my children to outlive me that's what the mother said.
A mother does
not raise her child for to meet with an early death
Not for her War Memorial
Day or the words 'Lest we forget'
She wants her son and daughter for to grow
old and gray
And she does not wish to hear of War and War Memorial Day.
-Francis Duggan
This poem explains that for sons and daughters to go to war and die early is against the mothers wishes and it should not happen. War always takes, but never gives anything other than pain and grief, especially to a mother who has lost her offspring.