Lash & Sword

Lash & Sword
By emschierbeek

Blood drawn by lash
Blood drawn by sword

Creation of a culture
History of a people
Founding of a nation

Blood drawn by bullet
Blood drawn by drone

Extermination of a culture
Desolation of a people
Crumbling of a nation

Blood drawn by madness
Blood drawn by man

Destiny of a culture
Shame of a people
Fate of a nation

Blood drawn by lash
Blood drawn by sword

Indifference

Indifference
By emschierbeek

I look into your eyes
But all I see is black
And you
What do you see
When you look into mine
Blue
Blue from the sorrow I feel for you
But you
With your black hating eyes
I will never allow you to belittle my soul by making me hate you
I know what you want
Because your hatred has turned your anger into fury and that into rage
But I am not like you
Soulless and dark
I know my boundaries
I know my place

The Man He Killed

BY THOMAS HARDY

“Had he and I but met
            By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
            Right many a nipperkin!
            “But ranged as infantry,
            And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
            And killed him in his place.
            “I shot him dead because —
            Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
            That’s clear enough; although
            “He thought he’d ‘list, perhaps,
            Off-hand like — just as I —
Was out of work — had sold his traps —
            No other reason why.
            “Yes; quaint and curious war is!
            You shoot a fellow down
You’d treat if met where any bar is,
            Or help to half-a-crown.”