Faye Sizemore


Old women sit alone
and cry for their children
who can never come home
Their blood is poured out… you see
in the jungles… in the sand
… and the salty blue sea
Some have spoken to us
in their wisdom
They say that war
was fought for freedom
They say this is the way
that it has to be
They say war was fought
for you and for me
but they say… there are some
who do not believe
… Ask some of the old women
… who grieve…