Requiem

Summer dawns, warm nights —
Sleep, my dearest. Sleep, my child.
Sleep, my joy, on distant land —
Killed by a bullet, in raw, cold sand.

Didn't I raise you, my sweetest one?
Didn't I feed you, my only son?
If only I'd known how it would turn —
If only I'd known the bridge would burn.

You vanished on a foreign land —
Sorrow and pain at my right hand.
What can I do? Cry all my tears —
But you won't come back through the years.

They took you and threw you to death's cold door —
To guns and drones, mines and more.
All that is left — a rare, worn photo:
A burning field, you waving — so slow.

You wrote to me: "I'll be back soon, mother.
I'll bring you grandchildren, wait for me, don't bother."
They told me you fell a hero — brave and true.
But what I heard was: "No more you."

You vanished on a foreign land —
Sorrow and pain at my right hand.
What can I do? Cry all my tears —
But you won't come back through the years.

Who is to blame that I won't see
Your face again? Your voice for me?
Those who started this damn war —
Those who lied for years and more.

Those who were led by the nose for years —
Those who used you as a shield to hide their fears.
Those who make their money from grief and pain —
Those who grow fatter from blood they drain.

You vanished on a foreign land —
Sorrow and pain at my right hand.
What can I do? Cry all my tears —
But you won't come back through the years.

You vanished on a foreign land —
Sorrow and pain at my right hand.
What can I do? Cry all my tears —
But you won't come back through the years.

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