War Solace

let all mothers sweep their tears with their sleeves
and flowers wither on old horse steps
let the fear and night
frozen our soldier
we are not going back
peaceful home own no more
once sword slashed and blood flashed
the body will crave from living
we are doomed from light
let the dead become the dead
and we will walk our way home
to nothing land

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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