Death, Black, and BlueA Poem by Christina May ShanabergHow many more young men and women have to die?
Whom will be the next victim of your war; My son or, maybe, your sweet daughter Will return home tagged, as to who Needs to be draped with Death, Black, and Blue.
Make sure the flag is folded, quite properly, Before you hand it to the grieving family; You want to shove it in their tearful faces; You're the power; taking kids, without any traces.
My baby died in your ridiculous foreign war, Never knowing he was a hero and so much more; And, Mr. President, is it all that you can do To cover my child with Death, Black, and Blue.
Mr. President, whom do you think you are, Offering our sons and daughters your war, When we hoped for them to have so much more.
Take away your flag of Death, Black, and Blue; Give us back our glory of Red, White, and Blue.
How many more dead children need to be carried by you, before you realize that yours might be the next?! © 2011 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
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Added on September 2, 2011Last Updated on September 3, 2011 Tags: Motherly Love, War, Death, Destruction, Love, Mother, Son, Daughter AuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
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