Peace Not War, We Crave

Moms weep, “My son, my son.” Hearts pierced with daggers of pain, Embracing sons, blood soaked uniforms adorn Dads moan,”My boy, my boy.” Tears dried up within their eyes, As they lay in graves their bundles of joy. Wives wail, “My man, my man.” Receiving hubbies in the caskets asleep, To a final journey, departing [...]