How many more must we lose?
Asked the mother
He was bringing sunshine in the room
He was able to turn a bad day to a nice one, just by being there
Father said, hiding his sorrow in his chest, keeping his chin high with pride
He knew what he was doing, but without the knowledge of reality
Father added staring at empty chair on his side
Have we been deceived and lied to while the loved ones are paying the price?
How many more must we lose?
Asked the mother
Poem Of The Week, March 19th 2004, www.PoetsAgainstTheWar.org
