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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
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
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
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