i can only imagine


Fodder

So I grew him in my womb
For you to use him as
Some fodder for your
Futile games,

Bring him back to me.




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Written on 2010-07-03 at 04:26

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2010-07-05



So I grew him in my womb
For you to use him as
a pawn for your
Futile games,
Bring him back to me.

* fodder is feed for livestock and therefore has no relevance to the clause" futile games".
2010-07-04


Elise
Powerful poem, I like it!
2010-07-03


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Well, its true, I love my sons and god help me I want them to have life - and yes if they have to fight, for god sake make it worthwhile!

England I hear are going to be the last ones to pull out of afghanistan - Why? I'm not English but I question it still - because Bush and his administration are now out?
2010-07-03


Rob Graber
Great write! The ambiguity is well crafted, but I hear mainly an anti-war message here.
2010-07-03


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I like Stan's intpretation, but it
sounds more to me like a mother trying
to protect her son from a cold hearted, using woman.

I like it

~L~
2010-07-03


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Jenks...I'm probably interpreting incorrectly, but it sounds like
to me that you are speaking for all mothers who have watched
their sons moved from their safe homes into army barracks...

good poem....xxxx Stan
2010-07-03


NicholasG
I cannot! (imagine)
2010-07-03