I don't know why- you'd listen to me
Why you've started this war
Or why you bombed my country.
Why you drove our planes from the sky,
Or why you laughed
As thousands cried.
Does your mother know
That you've turned out o bad?
Does she turn from you
Because she feels so sad?
Well- I am a mother!
One you have made mad!
What is your problem?
No one seems to know!
But like the length of this war,
My temper will grow!
Hide in the mountains,
Like a desert rat
If you can.
You're just a spiteful,
Spoiled child!
With the years of a man!
Don't peak your head out.
Not so as I can see!
You killed my son.
YOU DON'T WANT TO MEET ME! ! !
Ted Sheridan (7/9/2008 11: 04: 00 AM) | Delete this message I am sorry for your loss but you must know (speaking as a Vietnam vet) your son's life was not wasted; he is a hero and I am grateful to you for this chance to tell you this. I will pray for you.
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I would like to translate this poem
I am sorry may him rip but i would like to thank you for being the mother of your son.. THANK YOU