War Poems

It Need Two Hands To Clap

Look at us
Funny how you and I
Refusing to stop for a second
Dragging ourselves
From an unsure path
Not knowing where we heading
Look at us
Funny how you and I
Trying to kicked up invisible
Swirls of dust and dirt
Not fleeing to give up
Look at us
Funny how you and I
With the echoes
Of every steps obviously fools
Look at us
Funny how you and I
While there’s nothing to lose
Nor everything to gain
Yet hurrying of don’t know what
Ah look at us
Funny how you and I
The ego of rivalry
Defending where we stand
But then again
It need two hands to clap…


Why is that people fight.fuss and kill
Over what they don’t understand
They call upon different names
While ignoring the words
These names spoke
Arguing what these names spoke
Way back then doesn’t apply today
Yet insist we follow the names
Based upon what they say
They claim theirs
Is the only way to peace
As they maim and kill
Any who those free will
They say honour without jokes
Yet try to kill all
Who propose a different way
Even turning on themselves
Oh how great the deceiver
Who turns hand right against left
Making fools of both
The foolish and the wise
While believing he he exist
And placing the blame
Where does not stand
Oh to one day hope
These fools come to understand
The words they claim but ignore
As they were spoken by the name
They all claim as more
Than merely just be a man.

Vietnam War

Thank you for allowing me to sign in your website. It great.

Today I want to share with you a poem that I wrote about an Amerasian daughter left behind in Vietnam War.

Amerasian daughter left behind in Vn War

Dad, you left me behind,
others to take your pleaced.
Carrying your blood and
walking with your green eyes.
The tears of joy and
steaming down to my face.
A sense of peace, I
I touch that piece of
information and place it in my
All these years, I wondered if
you’d look for me?

By: Thuy n Phan


The copters up grinned as down dropped the bombs –
“How easily have we humanity erased!”
“No, it’s not we but they who pilot us
That have first erased humanness from their own hearts!”

The copters bladed away as bullets ripped the air –
“Metal kills metal as men kill men!”
“No, metal is lifeless, men are alive;
Only metal kills men and metal alike!”

“So, these men are as us without mercy or shame,
What made them so lifeless, what power what name?”

“Fear, anger, hatred, and doubt
Are the negatives that deaden their hearts.”

A little girl below (running with her brother in arms):
“Cry not, my brother, my little dear doll,
The copters will go away and with it all noise!”
“I want my mother, I can’t see her around!”
“She is now in heaven, and sees us here down.”

The girl cries…
“O mother, O mother, we’re left all alone,
We’re left with no mother, we’re left with no home!”

The copters returned with more anger and ire,
They poured all their fury in brimstone and fire.

The girl ran for shelter with the toddler in arms,
The bombers rattled after unaware of this all –
For, as the smoke and the dust rose into the sky
The eyes of truth were curtained.

The next morning, a Priest wails:
“Why God, my Master, did You all this allow?
O terrors of darkness, what else you seek now?”

GOD answers:
“This history is yours. It’s you who’ll write
The story of man devoid of His God.”

“The story is sad… it’s still You who allowed –
the guillotines, the gas chambers, the fiery clouds!”

“If it was I who should have governed the earth,
Then why create man to have dominion on earth?
These are your inventions, your wisdom, your resolves
That drive these divisions, that compel these discords.
It’s you who for religion hate each other and all
And become more repulsive in the eyes of God.
It’s you who for your mission of justice for all
Give in to the religion of violence and harm.
It’s you who for riches of this fleeting world
Have exploited your brothers, your own flesh and blood.
And, shall I not requite this faithlessness of you all
Who abused your power while stewards in My house?
I’ll return your violence into your bossom,
Your withdrawal of justice, of mercy and compassion.
For, the end of all things will surely come,
Men shall be judged for all they’ve done.
For, what could be rewarded unless it were done;
But, you’ve chosen hatred and love you’ve shunned.
O, turn now from evil, turn now from shame!
Turn from judging each other by some name!
For your hearts are fashioned all alike,
But, evil is a venomous viper that strikes;
So, beware and make amends, make peace with all first,
Cease from all violence, from treachery and lust.
Then, shall righteousness spring forth from the ground
And bless you with assurance of glory from above.”

The little girl comes in between…
“God, I see Your answer is so true and so wise;
But, we’ve lost our mother, we’ve lost all we had!”

GOD answers:
“You’ve lost not your heart, my daughter,
You’ve lost not your child-like faith.
One day and sooner after,
The world will get a bold shape.
Then, you shall reign in glory
Over princes, rich and strong,
And they who are now stronger
Will then be proved wrong.
Keep this heart of yours as innocent
As I’ve made it with my heart;
I’ll return to give you justice,
I’ll come back with my reward.”

Then, GOD vanished into thin air;
And, the copters bladed through the air again.

© Domenic Marbaniang, Anthology of Poems, 2010.

In A War Torn Walls

Everyday as i see
the world section of the window
i’m so amazed to see people
of different background
gather conveniently
but it’s strange that
they get together
not for a greater good
it’s hard breaking to
see so many people
in a war torn walls
with explosion of colour and emotions
never bother to respect other’s personal preferences and
to argue,mock and insult
it seem the main menu
in a war torn walls
it is because of racism
no one seem to realise
no matter what race or religion
a person,he or she
is like anyone else
and yes,it is very frustrating
to see such discrimination
leading to conflict
in a war torn walls.

Deceptive Notion

A battered old warhorse,
marches on unabated;
with a plethora of emotions
in a stranglehold that restrains.

Audible voices: some disparaging,
some sympathetic; imbibed with
dignity for victory to dispel.

Revivifying spirits of wounded
compatriots; with an optimistic
assertion that masks malaise.

Unfortunate casualties of this
deceptive notion; renewed battles
to fight; but the war never ends

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.