A MOTHERS DARK SOUNDA Poem by laylaTHE NATIONS OF OUR WORLD WILL DECLARE WAR...ALL THE WILE IGNORING THE PAIN A MOTHER GRIEVES WHEN NEWS OF A SONS DEATHWho do we turn too, who do we blame The battlefield sight, of souls killed in vain The marching and madness, of all countries will to hurt and destroy, no pause when they kill what is the root, of humanity lost when will it stop, and what is the cost we willingly fight, put our-self in deaths range for who and for what, when will this change How many body's, and how many tears how many nights, of families and fears a mother who waits, and prays for her son was he killed by a bomb, or killed by a gun the people on top, who declare all this war we'll give you money, the listings they soar poor and naive, the contract they sign the recruiter he says, son you'll be fine you ploy and you plot, a war you declare leave millions of souls, as they rise through air This is to all, the nations around ignoring the cries, a mothers dark sound © 2012 laylaReviews
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