RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)
A Mother’s Son
They pretend there are no casualties
They tell their people not to mourn
We are welcomed there as heroes
Our enemies are scorned
But a mother knows a deeper truth
The moment her child is no more
Thousands of needless tragedies
From a pointless brutal war
Where oh where is my child?
Where is my darling boy?
Now begins the endless sorrow
The end of all our joy
Tell us the truth Mister Putin
Tell us the whys and wherefores
The reasons behind the madness
Of your dirty little war
And where oh where is my lovely child?
Where is my darling boy?
Now begins the endless sorrow
The end of all our joy
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