THAT SON OF MINE

That Son of mine is no more;
His country sent him off to war.
Senseless battles were his lot;
Stupidity did not care a jot.
For God, For King, For country fair.
Slogans, Words hung in the air.
This growing up of mankind,
Perhaps peace eternal, for to find.
I ask myself why should we cry,
Mother, Relations, friends and I.
Who started this infernal war,
We! The Enemy, I’m not sure.
The only thing that I know,
Hatred is very quick to grow.
The next war will total be,
To wipe out all of humanity.
Then no more parent will cry,
“Why did my Son have to die?”