My Boy

They killed my boy, my Tommy’s dead,
Oh would that it were me instead,
Old should not live if young are dead,
Oh would that it were me instead.
 
But war is when the young men die,
And war is when the old men cry,
As Priam once from gates of Troy,
‘My boy,
My boy, 
My boy, 
My boy.’
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16 Comments

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16 responses to “My Boy

  1. I love this. Short and to the point like a rusty knife of war. Brilliant!

  2. It reminds me of the Bible and King David’s reaction to his son’s death: “O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

  3. So few words and yet so much said..Beautiful.

  4. Really enjoyed this. It’s hard for someone to make me like a poem with a steady rhyme scheme like this, but this is an exception. Also, this Ben Harper song lyric popped into my head, “Old men who send children off to die in vain, they will hear death’s constant whisper call ‘remember my name.'”

  5. Endless suffering for the ones who are left behind.

  6. Raj Narayan

    Good work. Even I have tried to catch that emotion in my works.

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