Critically injured
How deep the cut
Surely time would heal
A river of blood
From the wounds
Her sons lay dead in the fields
Extremities mangled
Conscience tormented
From sores that festered and burst
Bloated bodies
Stench of death
As bigoted hate was rehearsed
Reluctant surrender
Her fever broke
The physical damage immense
The worst had passed
Was the belief
Final outcome remained in suspense
Her body blemished
By the scars
A never ending reminder
Emotional wounds
Linger and loom
Sadly she can't put behind her

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