Oh how painful it is, Mother will weep
For her dear darlings is at war, How saddened she must be
Why can’t her darlings get along, They are family after-all
Born of the same mother, But fought like enemies far away
Why can’t there be peace, So Mother can be at rest
Would she scold them, I dare not say
Only she would know, I fear the worst if she does
Her darlings won’t take it, Not if she is the one
The one that shall do the deeds, The one that shall put an end
Oh only if she was here, This may be possible
For such war can be avoided, If only they can get along
Why can’t they, Isn’t that Mother’s final wish
Born together, Yet they aren’t the same
Why is it this way, Is war really inevitable
- Author: Theo8176 ( Offline)
- Published: February 20th, 2022 06:53
- Comment from author about the poem: A metaphor for the time we fought our siblings.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
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