My_Song Part 3 (The Wickedness Of Love

I will sing for you my song
Of love and its villainy
Its depravity and its carnality
Which makes the penitent go a wrong.

Amongst my heart dislike from prime,
Apart from the Love of my Love;
I hate love, the animal love
Which transcended from the Adamic time.

It foiled the integrity of men
From the cradle bred of the smallest
To the nobles whom we regard as best
Betraying Samson, David and Solomon.

It singed woe for Troy, alas
Hardening the hearts of Paris and Helen
The city and its inhabitants fallen
Ney, where is thy history to trace.

I will sing this song with no rest
To the generation yet to come;
Succumb not to love this time
Rather, give love the last seat.


October 20

by Oduma Alex

Comments (5)

10/10 would read again
Historically his knowledge is impressive. PTSD was not really a thing during world war one. Or it had no true form of treatment. I believe this is a great representation of the horror of the trenches.
This poem is misquoted in two places, both in the lines Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish, / Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked? The correct quote is Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, / Baring teeth that leer like skulls' tongues wicked? both jays and teeth are incorrect.
Ah, here is the catastrophe of war: men traumatized beyond endurance, destroyed for life. Is death preferable? What grotesque past destroyed their minds? What pathetic future enslaves them, these individuals so devastated and haunted. War has no purpose but destruction - so wrong!
The greatest anti-war poem ever written