Heres Beutiful Poem I Found About War and it's called blood red moon:
Blood Red Moon
Night sky to the moon does yield
to the very same ancient moon
that shone on the battlefield.
It saw the weeping weary soldier
holding his brother as he kneeled.
It saw on his face the wash of tears
that has lasted in memory for years
It shone on the winter at Valley Forge.
It did see the battlefields with blood gorge
And it saw the dying on the icy ground
as the soldiers fired round after round.
Did it catch the cries of the wounded lying
and hear the crying for the loved ones dying?
Did it hope that at last with freedom won
this war would really be the very last one?
It, in silence, hoping, just kept shining on.
It did see brother against brother
in a Civil War terrible as no other.
At the Little Big Horn did hide its face
because of the life lost in that place.
And how about World War One;
Did it not shine on till war was done?
We sent almost every mother’s son.
What a celebration when war was done;
It was glad to shine upon that one
And even during World War Two
its shining light kept on true.
Just another war, what could it do?
Then came Korea and Vietnam
and it hid its face before shining on.
The crosses grow, row upon row
Its gleam does reflect off them so.
Now it shows its light in Afghanistan
To see more battles in a foreign land
Why must we forever constantly war?
Have we not learned anything before?
The moon it seems will always endure,
Watching that which we say we abhor
but engage in, just as careless as before
The moon has been there since before time.
It shone on the earth when it was sublime
Reflects to us its pure white light and so
Earth sends back battles’ blood red glow
©Faye Sizemore
August 05, 2002
Blood Red Moon
Night sky to the moon does yield
to the very same ancient moon
that shone on the battlefield.
It saw the weeping weary soldier
holding his brother as he kneeled.
It saw on his face the wash of tears
that has lasted in memory for years
It shone on the winter at Valley Forge.
It did see the battlefields with blood gorge
And it saw the dying on the icy ground
as the soldiers fired round after round.
Did it catch the cries of the wounded lying
and hear the crying for the loved ones dying?
Did it hope that at last with freedom won
this war would really be the very last one?
It, in silence, hoping, just kept shining on.
It did see brother against brother
in a Civil War terrible as no other.
At the Little Big Horn did hide its face
because of the life lost in that place.
And how about World War One;
Did it not shine on till war was done?
We sent almost every mother’s son.
What a celebration when war was done;
It was glad to shine upon that one
And even during World War Two
its shining light kept on true.
Just another war, what could it do?
Then came Korea and Vietnam
and it hid its face before shining on.
The crosses grow, row upon row
Its gleam does reflect off them so.
Now it shows its light in Afghanistan
To see more battles in a foreign land
Why must we forever constantly war?
Have we not learned anything before?
The moon it seems will always endure,
Watching that which we say we abhor
but engage in, just as careless as before
The moon has been there since before time.
It shone on the earth when it was sublime
Reflects to us its pure white light and so
Earth sends back battles’ blood red glow
©Faye Sizemore
August 05, 2002
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