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The Walking Wounded
We are the walking wounded,
mother less children in grown bodies
can not help but limp.
We wander along life's pathways.
Never stumbling, holding on;
to each other, to a memory,
to a mother's love.
We, the walking wounded,
are determined to fight;
are determined to win.
When we are triumphant
no more shall you wound.
No more shall innocent children
watch their mothers die.
NO MORE!
For we, the walking wounded,
shall wrest you from the shadows
and slay you.
So that all children
may rest their heads
upon a mother’s healthy breast.
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