Weeping Widows

Endlessly the widows weep For their adored lovers lost To their final, eternal sleep; This is wars cost. The reasoning for their loss they can’t dispel, For in reality there’s no protected to keep; Of this irrefutable knowledge they can’t quell, Forever floating in their emotional sea they steep. The loss of these souls is abundant, Annually growing dismally deep, To the point the numbers are redundant; Endlessly more and more widows will weep.