The
laundry’s done, the chickens fed,
The
cows are milked, kids put to bed.
I
sit alone, the darning’s done;
What
joy to me to know the war is won?
My
lover lies beneath the soil
Of
some uncharted ancient world.
The
battle cry did lure him off,
And
now he hears me not when I call.
“Oh
Brave and True!” cry one and all.
And
still my baby will not sleep.
His
father’s smile he’ll never see,
And
Death alone found victory.
Merciless,
Seductress War,
How
men do blindly follow Thee!
What
lusts have you to offer them
To
steal them from their families?
I’ve
heard it said, “Brave are the men
Whose
strength and might destroy all foes.”
I’ll
tell you this, that isn’t so;
How
is it brave to cause such pain and woe?
For
though the man girds sword and shield,
And
so with friends goes off to war,
The
woman feeds his crying child,
And
silent courage waits behind each door.
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