A Companion Poem For Georg's "Twilight Of Times Past"

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A Mother's Twilight Tears
By La Belle Rouge

I am but a silent specter now
A gentle wisp of a forgotten shadow
who languishes beneath the magnolias
by the ancient shore of the Santee
remembering, reliving former times.
No one remains now who recalls
my face or my bitter struggles.
No one left alive who thinks of me
or the Dearest Love of my life...
the one who bore scars of battle
upon noble chest and tender heart.
The one who yet rides the dark ghost
of his stallion across bloody battlefields.
Who mourns each hateful wound and
untimely passing of un-rewarded future.

No one knows or cares about us now,
yet...I keep a lonely vigil over the sons
of our sons and their sons and daughters
From the shadows I still weep
for the futility and carnage of war.
I grieve deep furrows of far away hills
and the unending dunes of shifting sand
soaked in the red blood of loving hearts.
I weep for the aching empty arms
and bleeding, broken hearts
of mothers, fathers, wives and lovers,
and all the innocent children bereft
of the tender care of their parents.
No one but God hears my lamentations.
No man hears my pleas for peace.

They die like flies swatted, crushed
by a cruel hand that uses them as
pawns in the power plays of corruption.
Mere insects squashed by juggernauts.
I hear their cries, I bear each loss
and I detest the cost of war.
For I paid it once and again and again.
So silently I pray to the Prince Of Peace
and beseech compassion of His Blessed Mother
who watched her own beloved son die.
If only my voice could be heard once more
I would plead, a tortured, weeping soul
with those who will not forsake their hawkish ways.
From the twilight of times past I'd beg
Don’t send my children to fight your wars


4/17/2008 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”

Music "Ave Maria"