Why should the blood of men be spilled,
Why should fond mothers' eyes be filled
With tears because of war lords' cry,--
Why have war, dear God, oh why?
Why should our youth give up their lives,
Why should our men leave weeping wives?
Why should each bear a brave heart's loss?
A new-made grave--another cross?
Why have war, dear God, oh why?
Please give us peace for which we sigh.--
We pray that soon may come again
Sweet, "Peace on Earth, Good Will to Men."
V.C.
My Aunt Virginia was a teacher and a poet. Sadly, a number of her poems were on tissues and paper bags or whatever she could find when she had the urge to write and many are lost forever. She would wake up in the middle of the night with a poem screaming to be released. Where ever she was, if the urge struck, she had to write. Many were published but most weren't. I hope to rectify that here. All copyright to these poems belongs to me now. She is second from the left in the photo above.
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