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Posted by W Gabriel Dinkha (Guest) mar35@bigpond.net.au - Sunday, July 8 2007, 6:02:25 (CEST)
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VICTIMS OF WAR

She carried him for nine whole months
Not once did she complain,
The Lord had blessed her with a son
Her boy was worth the pain.

She gave him life – the greatest gift
She’d sing him off to sleep,
Singing songs her mother sang
For hours in her seat.

She watched him as he learnt to crawl
And clapped when he learnt to walk,
She smothered his face with kisses
When he finally learnt to talk.

She cried when she sent him off to school
Her boy had now turned five,
She remembered the day that he was born
How quick the years passed by.

At times he’d come home after school
With blood stains on his knees,
She’d scold him when his pants were torn
“My Son, STOP climbing trees!! ”

She couldn’t stay upset for long
He was her pride and joy,
At night she’d close her eyes and pray
“Dear Lord – please watch my boy.”

The years moved on her son grew up
A man he had become,
She instilled in him her wisdom
To teach him right from wrong.

She lay in bed awake at night
Her eyes glued to the door,
She worried when he came home late
Her country was at war.

She knew one day the time would come
When she would say goodbye,
She’d send her soldier son to war
And pray he would not die.

That day arrived so quickly
She felt so sick inside,
Her son was being drafted
Her sadness she could not hide.

She held him in her arms so tight
As she said her final words,
“If heaven decides to call your name
Pretend you never heard”.

He sent her letters when he could
She’d read them and she’d cry,
She hadn’t seen him since he left
But at least he was alive.

But then one day the letters stopped
She got a call instead,
“Madam – WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU
YOUR SON HAS BEEN FOUND DEAD!!

The words had blurred her vision
She collapsed onto the floor,
The little boy with the bloody knees
Was now a martyr of war.

This mother’s hair turned grey that night
She had no will to live,
She’d given God her flesh and blood
She had no more to give.

Millions of mothers around the world
Have made this sacrifice,
For the sake of barrels of oil
They’ve paid the ultimate price.

How many more do we have to lose?
As world leaders play these games,
How many more must sit and wait
For that bullet with their name.?

WORLD LEADERS – SEND YOUR KIDS TO WAR
LET THEM FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS!!
THEN MAYBE WHEN YOU LOSE A CHILD
YOU’LL GIVE US ALL RELIEF!!

W Gabriel Dinkha

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