200 Sons

My friend, it must have been 200 suns

Since you last left with our 200 sons

Trembling in their oversized boots

Clutching their oversized rifles


Tell me, do you bring news

That the boys you bravely took away

Have grown into brave young men?

That the children we gave to you

Have given us back our security?


Can you assure us

That our beautiful children

Did not fight for us in vain?

That the last time our boys saw the village

Will not be the last time they ever see it?


Can you promise us

That you don’t return empty handed

But return with full-booted men?

And that our very lives

Are not lost forever?

The End

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