war
does not
count the dead
mothers
count
the dead
war
does not
count lost dreams
mothers
count
the lost dreams
war
does not
count the empty beds
mothers
count
the empy beds
war
does not count
tears
in the night
fathers
count
the tears
in the night
Sadly, it is so.
One thing that war does count is the monetary profits, which are staggeringly high – in their morbid, I’ll gained, trillions of dollars – it’s bankrupt many an empire/country, but hey, bankers make money off that too. :/
Mothers count each syllable of her child.Neatly presented. Enjoyed the poem.
It really is that interlaced – like an endless loop. Boy, you addressed that creatively, Charles.
A good one, Charlie.
A sad one, my friend– so beautifully written, so chilling in its truths.
Wow….have a great week.
Heart wrenchingly true
priceless truth!
Sad story well done.