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Tuesday, 10 November 2015


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Many a mother lost theirs sons
Many a son bereaved theirs wives
It was a struggle with blood and guns
Stabbing from back with sharp knives.

"Fight or die for motherland," they shouted.
Men and women's manners absolved,
A seed of love for motherland sprouted
A tree bearing fruits and flowers, evolved.

Love-tree has life and is life-giving,
But, why is the red only from blood?
The love-tree that bore red flowers is thriving
When love and freedom are labelled to bloodshed.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 293


Kutamun said...

Sometimes i think our blood is a link to our time in the sea

Sun Bloom said...


Kathleen said...

I'm very taken with this concept of the blood-tree and the images of motherland . . . mothers suffer so when they lose their sons to war, and sons so often ask for their mothers as they lay dying. Deft use of metaphor!

Sun Bloom said...

@Kathleen. I'm very glad it impressed you!