I haven’t posted in some time- I’ve been in a flood of homework recently. I’m going to be having my term break soon, however, so I’ll finally get around to writing again soon. Anyway, just to have some new content here, I decided to post a poem I wrote for English class a few days ago. It’s a sestina (basically, a poem where you write the first stanza, look at the words you use to end each sentence in each stanza and then you have to keep using those words to end sentences in the next stanzas according to the sestina format). Alright- here we go:
A Glorious Massacre
The great roaring of the army cannon
A soldier waves the red army banner.
Crying people stream out of the city,
Only to be gunned down by the soldiers.
In the tent sits the army’s general,
Oblivious to the rising smell of death.
A halt would not be called, despite the deaths
Thunder still pouring out of the cannons.
Laughter fills the tent of the general,
As the troops lift the red army banner.
Lifted up, hailed by the common soldiers,
Marched right to the wrecked walls of the city.
Striding out the tent comes the general
Applauding the conquest of the city.
He sees the fluttering of the banners
and the ground littered with so many deaths.
He orders the halting of the cannon
Satisfied with the cold-blooded soldiers.
The glorious but grim march of the soldiers
Led in front by a triumphant general
Men haul back the murderous black cannons
As men crawl out of what was a city
Mourning and crying for the countless deaths
In the shade of the enemy banner.
The glorious symbol still stands, the banner.
Murderous grandeur, bloody for the soldiers
But triumphant all the same; ignore the deaths!
Fame for the troops, fame for the general
Just for the destruction of a city.
It had served its job, the cannon.
The general watches the banner proudly,
The soldiers now masters of a city
Just for a thousand deaths by the cannon.
Ken Lohatepanont 