When a son comes to earth <br />He is suckled by mother at birth <br />She smiles at him with pride <br />As he grows up by her side <br />She teaches him to avoid strife <br />She teaches him reverence for life <br />When he becomes a man <br />She no longer holds his hand <br /> <br />He now must make a choice <br />To serve society or his inner voice <br />He has learned - You shall not kill <br />Society says - You must and you will <br />If society is whom he is for <br />He will surely go to war <br />If he listens to his inner voice <br />Killing will not be his choice <br /> <br />How do we take mothers' gifts of life <br />And turn them into perpetual strife <br />What mother raises her son <br />To spread death to other mothers' sons <br />Mothers' Day is a cruel joke <br />As we turn mothers' sons to smoke <br />When we ask them to cry for the deceased <br />Instead of finding ways of peace <br /> <br />5/10/2008<br /><br />Claude H Oliver II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mothers-and-sons-2/
