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Mother's Son
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Military/Patriotic The battle is over
The day is won
All that is left is
To count the dead
mother's sons.
They lie one by the other
In death's ideology
finally brothers.
They lie here in the Hot
southeastern asian sun
Their war over
His just begun.
Their peace has been gained at last,
From rocket, grenade, or bomb's blast.
He survives and stands alone,
The last in this godforsaken place
To be sent home.
As he steps off the plane
from this manmade hell,
He is but an empty shell.
His spirit died there with his brothers
This son no longer recognizes his mother.
His mind in a far off place
He can't purge death's taste.
He claws for reality,
But the nightmare won't let him be.
He sees the enemy at every turn,
His mind watches as his buddies burn.
The scarlet saturated air,
Blood spattered uniform and hair.
Why won't the ghosts let him be,
Let him come home in peace.
One day, after the Star Spangled Banner is sung,
They find him in his room...hung.
Those that knew the terror of his fight,
Wished him godspeed into that night.
At last, he found the peace his brothers won,
And the world loses another mother's son.
Huck it is so sad to war! The trauma leaves an invisible scar.
From birth we hold them in our arms and want nothing but the best for them. Then we turn around and they are taken from us and shipped out to die like cattle. when will it ever end. You paint such a heart wrenching picture with your words. so true how wars can make a mind become the face of death. how can they expect them to deal with anything else after seeing nothing but that.
Very well written, send this one to the president...
Thank you for sharing this with us
Peace and Love
Judy
Great wite Huck. Makes me madder than h... that all the mother's sons have to give up their lives for this maddness called war.
Hugs
Shirl
Hi Huck,
What a heart-rending poem! So vivid -lurid in places.
Many war veterans will be able to identify strongly with this.
Well done!
FM Salphire