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Title: War

by Alex | in writing, poetry

Over fifty-nine million set off to run,
Every one a mother's son,
No sooner did they find their feet,
Were they swept by man in dark deceit,
That resided in some blackened hearts,
Those of some men intent to start,
A war of greed with point unknown,
But the innocent suffered, it was their moans,
That filled the fields of false, forced hate,
Their mothers stranded left to wait.

How many tears did mother's cry,
For baby boy's too young to die?
And did salt tears pour in a flood,
Just like his precious crimson blood?
A frightful sorrow in God's hand,
The world unites in No Man's Land.

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World War One, and the horror of war, mainly the effect on families left behind.

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