Mars

A Roman mother awaits her son's return, 

as his legion is ordered to kill, capture, and burn. 

Will he fall in battle, as his father did in Germany? 

Or will he return a hero, as he most most certainly. 

Everyday she wonders, if this will be his last, 

although it's possible, that it's already come to pass. 

The boy just became a soldier, a real legionaire, 

he thought he knew what he'd signed up for, but he was unprepared. 

When he saw the enemy, sweat pored down his face, 

he got into formation, and didn't lower his gaze. 

The enemy came from every side, hidden in the trees, 

as the Romans kept on falling -carried away by the breeze. 

The legion fought bravely, but couldn't beat the odds 

-the boy died a hero's death, and joined his father with the gods. 

The mother learns of her son's tragic demise, 

her sorrow knows no bounds, and bears no disguise. 

For the empire, she already lost a husband, and now she's lost a son. 

Why is Rome so greedy? She only had the one. 

Now, everyday she spreads her message, and then she prays to Mars, 

hoping other mothers won't also lose their sons in wars. 

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