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Nov 2020
I taught him that life was a battlefield,

I gave him all he will ever need to fight those wars and win them all

But I failed to tell and teach him how to stay alive.

I told him that his society will protect him

I advised him to trust in his leaders for help

that his country will fight and stand by him

But I failed to tell him that his society will bring his fall.

I lost my son in the battlefield

I could have given my life in exchange

but I got carried away fighing my wars

And now his lifeless body lies in my arms

A generation of greatness lost!

A nation of selfless leader wiped out!

A great warrior is lost to war!

All in the name of raging wars

I regret not teaching him to stay alive.
It's a poem about the picture of a mother who held her son's lifeless body in both arms. They were both victims of wars raging in their country but the child couldn't escaped death.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  23/F/N
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