This is dedicated to all the mother's who loss someone in their lives. I have a son and I would feel this way abut him. I wrote this poem after seeing the tears of a mother who loss her son from a gun fight out in the streets of Philadelphia, but this could be anywhere.

There’s a battle going on out here,
My son did not sign up for this,
He knew the pain it would cause,
I said good morning to him,
And made sure to him at night,
Then sent him out into the world,
Education for his intellect,
The sweet smell of life I thought,
When it was reported,
There was a conflict going on
One that took him away from me,
He lay there unable to respond
He lay there with his arms
Unable to embrace me,
He lay there unable to see my tears,
No one asked my participation,
To give my son so young,
He had not the chance to be the
Promise of my life
There’s a war out here
And the weapons of mass destruction took
Him away from me,
But the one who use them
Did not
Will not
Cannot,
Understand the value of life.