But the memory of war weighs undiminished upon the people's minds. That is because deeper than material wounds, moral wounds are smarting, inflicted by the so- called peace treaties.
quote by Hjalmar Schacht
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Wounds
Wounds sustained against wounds inflicted, hurt me.
Wounds inflicted against wounds sustained, sooth me.
Hurt breeds hurt and fight continues
12.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Soulwound
A tortured whipping dog defiled
Stalked by oblivion and denial
Scarring lacerations
Hopeless devistation
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper, deeper, deeper
These wounds are small slices of death
Draining my soul and final breath
Self-inflicted dementia
Bone shallow gravedigger
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Chorus:
Soulwound
Soulwound (x2)
Repeat chorus
Soulwounds I can not conceal
These wounds are so hard to heal
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Soulwomb
A tortured whipping dog defiled
A tortured whipping dog defiled
Stalked by oblivion and denial
Stalked by oblivion and denial
Scarring lacerations
Scarring lacerations
Hopeless devistation
Hopeless devistation
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper
The cuts, cut deeper, deeper, deeper
The cuts, cut deeper, deeper, deeper
These wounds are small slices of death
These wounds are small slices of death
Draining my soul and final breath
Draining my soul and final breath
Self-inflicted dementia
Self-inflicted dementia
Bone shallow gravedigger
Bone shallow gravedigger
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Repeat second verse
Chorus:
Chorus:
Soulwound
Soulwound
Soulwound (x2)
Soulwound (x2)
Repeat chorus
Repeat chorus
Soulwounds I can not conceal
Soulwounds I can not conceal
These wounds are so hard to heal
These wounds are so hard to heal
Repeat first verse
Repeat first verse
Repeat second verse
Repeat second verse
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Peace in War?
So you sharpen your knives
You also oil your guns
What is that grenade for?
I see, you have a jungle jacket,
How smart?
Tell me, would you heal the wounds?
The wounds,
That gape and stare at you,
The wounds that wouldn't let
A nap over your eyes.
Wounds that would hollow your heart,
Dripping bloody soiled hands
That would make your seeds
Sprout with fright to the wound?
Tell me,
Was it for peace?
Now agape. Why?
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Material loss can be made up through renewed labor, but the moral wrong which has been inflicted upon the conquered peoples, in the peace dictates, leaves a burning scar on the people's conscience.
quote by Hjalmar Schacht
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(V – 1990) War & Peace
War has stabbed the heart of peace
And peace lies bleeding now –
A peace which was healing slow
The wounds it had suffered hard,
A peace which was recovering
From the mind blowing blows
Of the decades past!
Now the precious blood of that peace is draining
And each dropp of dripping blood
Is singing the songs of savagery
To the frightened ears of civilizations!
Man mastered bombs but now bombs master man!
Man busy growing the world outside
How poor he forgot to grow his inside!
And now when he stands a helpless child
Before the giant of things he grew
Reason comes again and asks
Was this the progress you built through the years
And man has no answer
He just drops into wounds
Wounds inflicted by bullets of arrogance
Of selfishness, hatred, fear and greed!
Oh, these bombs that preach ‘might is right’
Oh, these merciless bloodthirsty bullets –
What answers are they? What justice makes they?
What battle is real than a battle for peace?
What victory, true, when won at the cost of peace? !
Peace was long destroyed on the minds of men
So no peace now remains outside!
Rising from narrow rooms of thought
Man armed with the mortal arms of passion
Smashes the skulls of his brethren
And when upon the fractured bones
And the boiled flesh, cries of anguish fall
And when the hands and limbs of innocents
Lie eaten and bitten by vultures of violence
Their hearts cracking into a fury of pain
And when thick clouds of smoke
Of the smoke of life, rises from the graveyards of war
A tear comes into the eyes of man and time asks:
Hasn’t History taught you anything still?
And man stands dumb!
With all his will and wisdom paralyzed
He searches for peace, for the solace of peace
But peace lies writhing there!
He knows he wants it dearly
The company of peace,
Wounded though he be!
But peace is dying there;
But peace is not dead!
His life lies in our hands
The wounds are many
But many more can be spared!
The wounds are sore
But they can be medicined still!
War is death
But war can be killed!
Hide Me In Your Wounds
Hide Me In Your Wounds
By your wounds, I am healed
Healed in running away from internal strife
In giving up when there is still something to give
Your precious wounds gave me the love
When I wanted to give love
And the beauty and receiving grace instead of misfortune
By your wounds, I am healed
I am a survivor, a winner
I sing a new song in my heart
I witness the breaking of a new dawn each day
By your wounds I am healed
I believe that any storms in my life shall pass
And live my life one day at a time
By your wounds, I am yours
To teach, to guide, to revive and to forgive
I have forgiven myself, as I have forgiven others who caused me pain
Thank you Jesus..for those wounds
And hide me forever…
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Sonnet: Healing Wounds
The wounds of flesh can heal by drugs and care;
Remove agents opposing healing act;
Excision by doctors is something rare;
Yet, nature heals most wounds with time and tact.
The wounds by words of mouth are slow to heal;
The damage caused is incredibly huge;
The pain and misery, we always feel;
In God, we ultimately take refuge.
The tongue can speak most cruel words that hurt;
The ‘bone-less mass’ can move like fox and snake;
It craftily produces lies like dirt;
Consoling words and sounds too, it can make!
Man hurts by words in ways unpredicted;
God heals the wounds of hearts, man-inflicted.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-10-2005
poem by John Celes
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Into The Wilderness
Always there will be those,
Going out of their way as if chosen...
To inflict their wicked misdeeds upon others.
Only to arrive with feelings they discover,
Has left them to grieve wishing forgiveness.
Knowing...
Time has not come to heal their wounds.
And those who have been picked to be inflicted,
With wounds...know this.
Even attempts made trying to hide them,
Still sit not to be forgotten.
And the repeated visits with bitterness,
Sometimes may take them on long drives...
To 'trip' into the wilderness just to cry...alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wounds don’t heal
My wounds don’t heal,
Get real that I have to deal with this,
Known as the girl that got hurt,
Known as a nobody,
My wounds haven’t even covered or be healed,
Its just a memory I understand that,
But my wounds haven’t heal yet,
Knowing that I was raped, hurt, broken hearted, feeling lonely,
But I am not lonely no more I have someone that’s there for me and I understand that the fact that he loves me and I love him,
Even thou only time can tell,
But did time fixed my wounds,
Did time fixed the hurt I feel,
No I don’t think so,
I feel as if I where a ghost,
Ghost of the past,
My wounds might heal but the past haunts me.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Goal Of Poetry
it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
too, within
themselves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All honor's wounds are self-inflicted.
quote by Andrew Carnegie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Without Questioning The Appeal Of Ideals
'Offer to throw to them money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
And will erase all agony,
From their memories claimed...
To be tied to their histories.'
There are certain aspects of life,
That are inevitable.
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Or the truth as it exists.
Pain and pleasure are feelings felt.
It is true we all are dealt cards from a deck,
Whether or not the hand we get is accepted.
And...
Without questioning the appeal of ideals.
Although intuitively pain is rejected.
For most of us it is pleasure that is the objective.
Yet there are those who believe,
They have been chosen to receive most of it...
While denying others to get a taste,
The freedom of opportunity makes.
'Let them eat cake.
IF they can locate the baker.
Or...
Better yet.
Offer to throw to thwem money!
It heals all wounds inflicted.
That promises to quiet their wishes.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For violence, like Achilles' lance, can heal the wounds it has inflicted.
quote by Frantz Fanos
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Sick With Self Inflicted Pain
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
Many minds like these,
Are not often seen sitting on fences.
Minds encouraged and convinced,
Become defensive...
When shown they are wrong.
And an offensiveness begins...
To shutdown with a stubbornness,
That creates their own unhealing wounds!
Heads thick and fantasized,
Have minds closed and prevent...
Abilities to reason.
Or rationalize with common sense.
And around those with heads thick,
Are walls cemented with a lifetime...
Of an ignorance sick with self inflicted pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.
quote by Georges Duhamel
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