War is a raucous struggle a poem by M.T. Al-Mansouri, Ph.D.
Morning came and evening came, and the war was still on-going.
It is the law of perpetual struggle to victory.
And in the theater it is floating.
The martial arts are flimsy.
Where the brother kills his brother and the victims are shrewd.
The voices rise, and what do you know?
Some believe that it is not a cunning struggle for defeat.
But it is a loud dancing and melodies of salvo of weaponry.
Where do they crack the skies? In Riyadh, Tehran and the destabilized nations.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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