So true it could be
Those who had children
Would wish they had none;
The barren would be better of.
What trauma
They have begun to see;
Mothers laying beautiful flowers
At the peaceful beds of their beloved sons.
This could have been avoided.
'When will this stop or is it over?'
She asks.
The useful materials rudely torn out
When will the grim reaper be stopped
From going haywire
From reaping in stolen fields
When all the children are gone?!
What sad story do they have for us again?
Flying graves should be buried forever!
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