My Son Lost the War

My Son Lost the War

A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg
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Faded, Forgotten Heroes

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My Son Lost the War

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You returned my son broken;

A young, sad war token;

What was my baby fighting to win;

Just a chance to see his mother again?!

 

Was it all about your oil;

Was grease your victory's spoil;

My son watched his friends die

And all the nation wonders why.

 

 

          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our country is not mad at anyone,

Unless it is you, Mr. President;

You try to spread your war like the flu,

However, we know what is your intent.

 

Leave our sons alone, I say;

They don't want to take lives away;

My son is baffled in dismay,

Wondering what he fought for, anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can you give my baby back

Or, as a President, do you lack

To stand by whom carry the sore

Of your ridiculous, political war?!

© 2011 Christina May Shanaberg


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A sad poem. I remember when Bush was President. The mother who lost her son waited at his gate for a reason for his death. He would not come out to talk to her. These are the men in-charge. I don't have a reason for us to be in the Middle East. Except wealth and oil of course. Iraq went from a country with amazing cities to nothing for the greed of rich men. I try to help many friends who saw death and had to deal with decision of life or death. I pray these wars end. Soldiers support to protect their country. Not fight for oil. I agree with your poem. I went to my friends daughter graduation last summer. He was killed in 2004. He would of been a good grandfather and his kids lost a father. Thank you for the powerful poem. You asked the right questions and nobody in Washington will answer.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Good poem. Good thinking. This is all true. We dont know what we fought for. I was in the Air Force. Good luck

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A sad poem. I remember when Bush was President. The mother who lost her son waited at his gate for a reason for his death. He would not come out to talk to her. These are the men in-charge. I don't have a reason for us to be in the Middle East. Except wealth and oil of course. Iraq went from a country with amazing cities to nothing for the greed of rich men. I try to help many friends who saw death and had to deal with decision of life or death. I pray these wars end. Soldiers support to protect their country. Not fight for oil. I agree with your poem. I went to my friends daughter graduation last summer. He was killed in 2004. He would of been a good grandfather and his kids lost a father. Thank you for the powerful poem. You asked the right questions and nobody in Washington will answer.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Christina May Shanaberg
Christina May Shanaberg

Mount Vernon, OH



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I am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..

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