These are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
The dogs of war are at it again I see the Specter of death arising Out of the ashes of a former war Where, oh where did the young men go Never to be seen again in our time Why must we go out to kill When the world is already in turmoil I've seen so many wars come and go There is no reason for men to kill We are one people on a small planet That's already on the brink of disaster A funeral dirge will sing our demise Eaten by the unholy dogs of war Peace must come before it's too late Make love not war in this time of need
A dogs of war sketch!
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