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Wrote this poem this morning and wanted to share, enjoy!

We made war
War, a public invitation to Death’s Door
Broken bodies lie cold on the floor
Our invention, most ingenious of sorts
None are more skilled than those of last resort
Most cheer with crimson throats for the “righteous war”
Few in silence still abhor
We could go back, to what we were before
A world of wonders, not yet explored
Where maps once read of “here be dragons”
With loved ones waiting to be held and adored
But I know the truth, not as Eliot wrote before
This is the way the world ends
Not with a whimper
But in the things we ignore.

This is my first poem and I’m not very creative, but I thought of this one this morning and wanted to share, enjoy!

We made war
War, a public invitation to Death’s Door
Broken bodies lie cold on the floor
Our invention, most ingenious of sorts
None are more skilled than those of last resort
Most cheer with crimson throats for the “righteous war”
Few in silence still abhor
We could go back, to what we were before
A world of wonders, not yet explored
Where maps once read of “here be dragons”
With loved ones waiting to be held and adored
But I know the truth, not as Eliot wrote before
This is the way the world ends
Not with a whimper
But in the things we ignore.

This is my first poem and I’m not very creative but I thought of this one this morning and wanted to share, enjoy!

We made war
War, a public invitation to Death’s Door
Broken bodies lie cold on the floor
Our invention, most ingenious of sorts
None are more skilled than weapons of last resort
Most cheer with crimson throats for the “righteous war”
Few in silence still abhor
We could go back, to what we were before
A world of wonders, not yet explored
Where maps once read of “here be dragons”
With loved ones waiting to be held and adored
But I know the truth, not as Eliot wrote before
This is the way the world ends
Not with a whimper
But in the things we ignore.