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written by: Steve Pearson



I can hear the weeping mothers
Weeping for the end of days
Sons they gave
Peace to pave
Happy ending castaways

The hollowed sons who yet return
Behind dark retreating veils
Displumed youth
Too much truth
Like hammers to their nails

War exacts its incontestable price
Uncounted within its cost
Young soldiers all
As one they fall
Unknowable futures lost

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
Steve Pearson

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