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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.
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Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Pain Of A Mother
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.
#pain#death#agony#mother#child
Bleedingpen
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Bleedingpen
23/F/N
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
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