She wears black
For whats ahead
Not turning head
Not looking back
She wipes her eyes
Can't cry no more
She's lost her sons
To war before
She dies with those
Who ought to die
In senseless wars
Whithout Goodbye
She prays when fallen to her knees
She mumbles words and shuts her eyes
What kind of Faith would ask for this
Half- men, half-children sacrifice?
Mother of war
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