Mothers' Frowning
The boys are playing
war again
Their bodies
Slammed
on dirty ground
What have we become?
But dirty whores
for pain and loss.
Don’t make no fuss
Let them fight
They’re only boys
They love their toys
Planes and boats
Bayonets at throats
Armaments of hope
Guns are so much fun
What have we become?
Such exhilarating
Noises
Hooray Horrah
They do not hear
The Voices
'Neath deafening tones
of death and drones
The screams of girls,
are drowning
in war’s
Turmoil
and mothers’ frowning
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