Thelma N. Shutters

IS IT REALLY OVER

They tell us this war is over
I guess I can’t comprehend
When death still occurs
Thirteen fallen in a week alone
Will our soldiers come home alive?
There is no end in sight

Everyday a mother mourns
With empty arms
A child tries to understand
But cries instead
A wife
A husband
Reaching at night
Toward an empty pillow soaked in tears

In this war that’s won
Told soon they can come home
Then ambushed in the night
Draped in our flag
In a casket they come home

Leaders change their minds
As blowing winds changes directions
Still speeches to console
Our broken hearts
In this war that’s over
Whispers of Iran
Will another begin?
Is it really over?