Lament for my Soldier

He was only nineteen,
Of life and love
He'd little seen,
He was my only son,
Sent to Iraq,
And now - he's gone,
He was my life,
My sun, my moon, my star
And now, with broken eyes,
He lies in fields afar,
Killed in an unnecessary war...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz