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Friday Night Poetry Corner #165-Comment On War

There is really no need of an introduction for this man. He is the late, great Langston Hughes. You truly want to read more about him, if you don’t know, look up the Harlan Renaissance.

This is a personal favorite of mine’s. I used this poem before but I don’t care. Its need for our time as it comments on matters that MSM frankly avoids for obvious corporate reasons. Look at this beautiful work of reality fiction.

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Update on Poetry Corner and more..

Hey everyone, it’s me K.G. I’d been under the weather for the past couple of days so that is why there was no poetry corner yesterday.  It will be back next Friday so please stay tune!!

But in the meantime here is a sneak peak into another civil war adventure series, well freestyle history by Some Unique Magazine.  There will be more to come!

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When We Count Our Dead (Friday Night Poetry Corner #132)



Good evening everyone! Welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. Today, well this evening, this fantastic poet– Vikas Chandra, wrote an amazing poem of strong emotion. This work is called “When We Count Our Dead.” Read this great work, also visit his page. Trust me, there are more wonderful poems that follows the one that is on display…

vikas chandra

Bounties of war, swathed in stately shroud
Smell the rotting flesh, on martyrs’ pride!
Who lied to them, that a death avowed
Is the only deed, to be glorified!

Bravo, bravo! How many stars?
Will you earn, not see, with stony eyes
Whilst time fades your glory, those lasting scars
Are just for your kin, to rationalize!

To slumber amongst, a clan of killers
Who fight for their lands, or their régimes!
Nameless, faceless, same cadavers
Mere fodders, to their nations’ schemes!

Why histories love, to nurture wars
Into heroes’ epics, not a mean bloodshed
We raise new martyrs, to settle old scores
In the farms of gores, When We Count Our Dead!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra

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