Veneta wrote some anti-war poems during her early writing years. War was a major factor in her childhood and in her young adult life. She was very much against it.
by Veneta Donaldson
Why does reiteration sound
So blatantly upon the tongue?
Have we forgot the fresh, green mound
That houses dreams torn from the young?
Why does War's anvil strike the spark
That fires the greed of blinded souls,
Whose self-willed destinies so dark
Know only frenzied, powered goals?
Oh, surely in the hearts of men
A lasting freedom's uppermost;
And vows when Peace is ushered in
Outlive the moment's fevered boast!
The next poem in this series can be found here: Beauty.
This is part of a series of poems by Veneta Donaldson. A brief bio and the beginning of the series can be found here: Veneta Donaldson: A Poet in the Family.
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