A Widows Tears
A soldier dies, his widow cries,
His child, mother and father sighs,
And the vile racists spread their lies,
Today it's not only the soldier who died,
But decency, integrity, humility and pride.
People have gathered together to mourn,
But a small minority pushes forward forlorn,
Trying to capitalize use this as a platform for their lies
However we must remember that a soldier has died
And in her grief the widow cried.
As the child grows up his choice is clear,
He must resist the hatred and confront his fear,
For if he believes the racists lies,
An innocent person will die
And another widow will be the one to cry.
The cycle will continue for time evermore,
With death being the one keeping score,
An eye for an eye until we're all eventually blind,
Unless the child leaves revenge behind,
Maybe then can the widow attain peace of mind.
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