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Motherhood Bereaved

11/2/2018

 
A little child has died today
Because war’s bombs continue falling,
Her soul to heaven by the way,
Rent from despair and death appalling.

A thing of bones she had become— 
Famine inducing foul disease— 
And so, where mother was, her home,
In love her spirit found release.

For such a mother, never more
A comfort in the world of men
While men in conflict turn to war,
Nor peace once killed to rise again.

Oh, heart in pathos, may the Lord
Have mercy on the motherhood
Bereaved because such men have warred
As fight past what is just or good.

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