I am the widow that longs for peace

And wishes it all to end

I am the mother that grieves for her only son

And wishes the battle field wasn’t his grave

I am the little girl that wishes her father would walk through the door

Unknowing that he’ll never walk again

I am the sister that wants to know what happened to her father and brother

Because Mother has been crying since she opened the mail

I am the bringer of sorrow death and pain

I am the weight over men as they breathe their last

Watching as the lights leave their eyes

I am the tearstained letters sent to relatives

To tell of losses of late

I am the river of blood and tears that runs through history

I am WAR