The Scattered Stains of War
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
Saturday, June 25, 2005
I sit atop a mountain high
for peace within my mind
Transcending waves of brilliant light
Beneath the hearts of crime
I give upon my mind a hope
for end to troubled world
I look upon the anguished pain
when emptiness unfurls
I search upon the cries of scorn
and see the human plight
The long for touch of freedom's face
in tragedy they'll fight
Beneath the spark of life's domain
Their cell began its flight
and in the womb of beauty's rage
Her love it did ignite
Though losing of the mother's touch
and hand that fed their soul
was lost within the greed for hate
and scattered stains of war
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