The crimson jumps in erratic parabolas,
As they march to their historical demise;
Overtaking a land that was never theirs,
Using the propaganda to conceal their lies.
Waging war on indifference,
A battle they'll never win;
But still they try to exterminate,
Genocidal plots over and over again.
It's so ironic,
They think that they're the ones unique;
When it is them who are repeating history,
Reusing another person's failed technique.
It's just like a thief,
To try to take what was never theirs;
Treating the inferior like animals,
Acting like no one cares.
In the end,
They always seem to fall;
Alone they perish,
Answering Satan's call.
Author notes
This poem is mainly about the war's on propaganda, mostly Germany's National Socialists compared with todays Alkadia. This can also be used to describe the Crusades in Medieval Europe, as it did start with me describing the Crusades then turned into much more. Anyways, enjoy.
Silvos.
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FLAWLESS
Great composition! You have certainly stunned me again. The descriptions are vivid and go into thorough detail and explains the event of war just flawlessly, I love how it ends just perfectly although it is utterly perfect throughout. Amazing job, you hit the nail on the head HARD once again
Good luck bro (Poetry Lord) and thanks for entering!
~Emily~ xx
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