The Mother’s cry

Deep rooted umbilical cord tetherings

Attachments magnetically charged spiritually inclined

She sings her maiden song, son leaves on his maiden voyage

Mother matriarch Mother’s milk

No longer nourishing

She stands to die alone

Seeking savoring adventure filled moments

Her dealings no longer involved

The Queen of his world and giver of his life

No longer reprised, her cry has no weight

Purpose fallen reasons failing

The nest burnt dust blown away

Blank wall staring wine with wine pairings

Birth of hobby & death of purpose

Time killing clock watching

Calls of return but dreams turned into nightmares

Seconds turned into minutes turning into lifetimes

She did not birth him to have him unbirth another

Hear the Mother’s cry as her son pulls the trigger

Son into soldier, soldier into killer

He has now destroyed what another mother loved

He’s just a pawn to you

The politician’s game has no winner

Death is death and it’s in her scream

Look what you have done

Yes, we are all to blame

She birthed a son and we birthed a soldier

War camps are the politicians waiting room

Pompous bureaucrats scoring their rounds

Looking through the looking glass

Choosing her son to die

In the name of the newest headlines

And made up enemies

The Mother’s cry goes on silent

The Mother’s cry as her son is silenced

No medal awarded that carries her son’s warmth

Set it on the mantel

It will be her talking piece as she’ll recall the time

That her son was her son

And not a soldier sent to die

-written by Eduardo Flores