Fearsome Omen

we face a fearsome omen
harbinger of continued war

vile disturbing omen
or portent of the future

our wicked oaths of
democracy for all

noisy blasts of patriotism
shriek of death, destruction

squadrons wither in fratricide
legions maimed, dead from ied’s

desert baked muslim sects
leave charred bodies in the sand

will evil and hatred continue
we face a fearsome omen

- poetrandy -

Revised May 3, 2008

© 2008 - All Rights Reserved R. H. Roberts

Comments

[Chris Butterworth]

Very good poem, poetrandy. The title itself speaks volumes."squadrons wither in fratricide"---really liked that line...powerful and tragic. Let us hope that we can someday soon discuss it in past-tense, though I'm not particularly hopeful at this time.