The mom with eyes that were bloody of crying came home today.

She was in the town again and cried a lot, as usual,

when seeing the bodies of fallen soldiers,

when seeing the bodies of fallen youths,

I know that she is worried about her son being in the war,

like thousands of other moms, having their 

loved ones in the war.

She is afraid that one day they´ll come and leave

her son´s body to her, or maybe instead of her son´s body, 

just some burned and stinky bones.

These are the days of the war

and the suffering of everyday life.

There are no longer tears in the eyes of the moms.

They are crying blood.

© Samuel E. Rajeus