51 White Stars – Is There An End

Fifty one white stars rise into the sky

Soldiers trail the ground like a deadly snake

The roars of industry fly up high

Bombs rain down, the inevitable quake

51 stars Sonet

Poetry ( Sonet ) War

Seas of fiery devastation strike

The battlefield littered with wrecks of tanks

My brothers go down, they were all alike

Fighting for freedom, climbing up the ranks


Trained rough and tough and given a weapon

Day by day men face the heat of battle

For those who fell, let them rest in heaven

As only the lucky dodge the barrel


Until this Armageddon ends I roar

Will we ever stop throwing men at war? – © Daichi Sakamoto


One Response

  1. A wise perspective peace not war thank you Daichi…

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