The magic is there. Anyone who reads at least one strophe of "The Black Skylark Sang a Prophecy" ~ will feel buying one copy of "CHRISTMAS WHEN MUSIC KILLED THE WORLD".

"The Black Skylark Sang a Prophecy" is a poetic historic flower diffusing scent of Justice and Humanity.

In admiration,


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Few poets cause my tears to fall, but you do.

strange, how the peacemakers are the ones who are always scorned ... you eloquently make a powerful statement in this poem ...

Why not fly away? What kind of war is sane and logical? Most are profitable for those certain citizens in certain positions.

A very fine offering Aberjhani!!

Love Tinka

Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed.
Must hearts forever suffer
from ignorance and greed?
Can bombs heal our souls
or set our spirits free?

I'm reminded of a line by one of my favorite writers yet again...

Not verbatim, from memory...

Are you a soldier?
Who must fore sake wife and children?
And go forth into the fields of battle
For the sake of greed?
Which your leaders miscall duty?
Then you too are a Martyr To Man...

Excerpt from Kahlil Gibran

You've done it again my friend

Remind me yet again of the Master Prophet...

I too am a veteran, of two wars mind you, but I think popular opinion on this current one is waning and for good reason. I don't think any one who wears the uniform need be ashamed of going or being there, but when all is said and done, if ever it is a completed thing. Will the loss of life justify the sacrifices?

No Karla, no service mans service is in vain, and all who are called and have been called to step up to the plate are doing there appointed duty. But there is something severely wrong if they are called to such duties before all other measures to rectify situations have been exhausted. That is not a question for those who serve to answer, it is one for those who require that service to be put into play.

If a coach calls an assine play and the team tries to perform it... Even if they do pull it off...

It's not the teams fault that an assine play was called.

Before I say too much

With the utmost of respects

Chase:)

Wonderful music, wise words.
Especially powerful,

Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed.
Must hearts forever suffer
from ignorance and greed?
Can bombs heal our souls
or set our spirits free?

I am a veteran as I know you are and realize it is the soldiers who are most betrayed by those who lust for war. Great poem. - David

Aberjhani,

The lines,

" ... Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed"

...broke my heart with its truth. Have to ask, though, are our men and women villains, because they're sent to defend what they--we--think is right? As a Veteran, this resonated painfully. HATE war, but served my country, well...if asked, I would have been sent to the front lines, because I was a medic. Thank God, that never happened.

This was the only issue I have with this write; it is one of your finest. The ending soars with light, hope and peace. O, if only man would learn from his mistakes...the world would be a much better place.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*

Superb poetry, Aberjhani. I love the way the poem ends on such a note of hope and joy. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

That is the finest thing you've written and you've written many fine and wonderful words.

This is a good story for this season, who was it that said love one another? this poem would do well flying on the wings of music!
Jasmin Horst

I see you flying with regal wings encompassing the world to a secure heaven of your own. This is incredibly beautiful...without fear!
Love,
Susan

One who sings of the realities is also caught within the turmoil...the human sacrifice of themselves is a history of tales from eons past, you sing the hymns of yesterday and the songs of tommorrow within a voice that knows and yet waits...and yet knows his destiny is to fly away within another page of history...

a really nice work...

enjoyed, Aberjhani...

Art Sun...

I was going to write "this should be a song" and then I read the introduction... :-)

Very lyrical, dreamlike approach although the subject is war or rather promoting peace.

These lines differ from the rest and the message becomes more direct. I like the strength here:

"Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed."

Unfortunately, this is so true, especially in some parts of the world. Although there are others who encourage economic wars and exclusion of the weaker, poverty, which is also war without blood.

Love could be the beginning of something new. Every time new love begins, there is hope for a better world. But that world never comes. The seeds of war, the will to conquer and dominate, violence and lack of justice seem to be sown at an early stage. Such a shame...

Anyway, great writing and interesting artwork.

Axilea

A powerful plea for understanding and peace, for the magic of love...for some reason this poem reminds me of lovers who had to part throughout the ages because of war. You took me back in history.

Gina

Abjerjhani, I fear you have gone on into another stratosphere, leaving us mere mortals behind sighing with despair . . . You touch the places which need to be touched and you do it in such a way as to MAKE SENSE . . . Your words ask the same questions which have been centuries in the making . . . Your solution, to fly, fly away, may not be practical, but coming from your pen and your heart, it is feasible . . . War! Whether it be between black and white . . . Nations . . . Man and woman . . . Somewhere in all of this turmoil there is an answer . . . An answer that I believe you have touched on . . . Powerful voices are raised in anger and despair when such disharmony is profound . . . There, then, is your answer . . . More passion is spent on the foolishness of mankind, whether it be ravages of love, ravages of war, or ravages of races . . . There is a beauty we would never know if all was calm . . . All was bright . . . Our rages would be reduced to . . . to . . . Tempered measures of goodness and right and . . . Love which does not hurt . . . We will be at peace, Aberjhani, but your pen would be silent . . .