War Undeclared(Chain Verse)

Poem By Cynthia BuhainBaello

War undeclared has been there existing,
From a seething anger underneath that grows.
Persistent and nurtured Hate boiling
Reaps the bitter grapes of wrath it sows.

Reaps the bitter grapes of wrath it sows,
War undeclared was written in the heart
Of those whose blood like cold water flows
Drowning their own with what they impart.

Drowning their own with what they impart,
Revenge is the price of self-destruction.
Death to their foe has always been a part
Of their people, their land, their lost nation.






Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~01.04.20

Comments about War Undeclared(Chain Verse)

A wonderful poem! I congratulate you for this beautiful poem on being selected as Poem of the Day!
Revenge is the price of self-destruction. Truer words have never been spoken, congratulations for POTD!
This member poem of today i dare say beats all the others. Lovely structure too
War is inbred in the bones of silence, leading the flesh by the leash of revenge...becoming a fate that is sealed with the signet ring of the past, great poetry...well deserving as poem of the day
" What is war good for" " Heal the world" Thank you Cynthia.


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