Another short poem

[JohnS]

Blowing in the breeze.


These days we watch it on TV
as lives of people crumble.
Drones and bombs and men of war
turn hopes and dreams to rubble.

A poet once cried,
how many more must die,
until too many people have died?
And after all these years we see
the answer’s still blowing in the breeze.

Hi John, glad you started coming back and posting again. First of all I would suggest that you give the poem the intended title in the thread so that it is easier even for yourself in future to realise which is which. 

As for the poem, I like the first stanza. The nearly rhyme with crumble/rubble is good and the rhythm works well. The second stanza for me reads too much like a Dylan quote from the song that it perhaps should be in italics or quotation marks.

I like the idea of saying that the situation is still the same as when "Blowin' in the Wind" was first out, however I don't think that two stanzas is long enough to explore this idea thoroughly.

Cheers for the read.

Thanks Magpie.