I see women, just like me
Standing in the distance
Only they do not hold swords
Or guns
They are standing…
Just standing
With tears falling from their eyes

Who are these women?
They are not like I
They are the wives…
And daughters…
And mothers…
Of those I killed in battle

Silently
And somehow with dignity
These women cry
For their loss

The war is now long over
And I have realized
The tears those women had shed
Were not for the men
Who died…
They were for me
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