A Mothers Plea

A Mothers Plea

When all have forgotten my son’s braveness,

In the quiet of the darkness

I ask myself did my son die in vain,

And is all this worth a mother’s pain.

When all around is death and sorrow,

And my son was fighting for a better tomorrow.

 I beg the world to end the hate,

Before this world fades and it’s too late.

When dawns this day of peace’s victory,

It will be a celebration for history.

But I pray that hour may come soon,

Before the silence of the graveyard in the ruin