Ten million soldiers to the war have gone, <br />Who may never return again. <br />Ten million mothers' hearts must break, <br />For the ones who died in vain. <br />Head bowed down in sorrow in her lonely years, <br />I heard a mothe rmurmur thro' her tears. <br /> <br />I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, <br />I brought him up to be my pride and joy. <br />Who dares to put a musket on his shoulder, <br />To shoot some other mother's darling boy? <br />Let nations arbitrate their future troubles, <br />It's time to lay the sword and gun away, <br />There'd be no war today, <br />If mothers all would say, <br />I didn't raise my by to be a soldier. <br /> <br />What victory can cheer a mother's heart, <br />When she looks at her blighted home? <br />What victory can bring her back, <br />All she cared to call her own? <br />Let each mother answer in the years to be, <br />Remeber that my boy belongs to me!<br /><br />Wade Blade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-didn-t-raise-my-boy-to-be-a-soldier/
