Are the bombs still falling, momma

For my ears, they cannot hear

Are there flashes from the guns at night

My sight I’ve lost, I fear.

Vibrations from the rumbling tanks

As they shook our small home’s walls

I just don’t seem to notice them

Or the echoed soldier’s calls.

And you may have my piece of bread

I have lost my appetite

It seems I’m caring less and less

About who wins this fight.

My voice seems to have failed me     

But I sense that you have cried

You know I’ll love you always

Even though, it seems, I’ve died.

By James Geehring

From: United States

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