It was a necessary war, they said.
We must fight for truth.
For justice. For prosperity.
And for these things, they sent my son
To die for peace.
My prayers fell on deaf ears,
My fury at the senseless death ignored.
And so my son returned to me,
A broken toy soldier in a box,
And I buried him with my heart.
3 comments:
That's going to make me cry....
As the mom of a son, stuff like this terrifies me.
Did you write this? It's gorgeous!
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