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