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DON'T TELL ME HE IS MISSING

Don't tell me he is missing!
What happened to my child?
How could you borrow him for war
And leave him in the wild
He's mine you know,
I raised him from a seed within my womb
And nurtured him for eighteen years
So you could hide his Tomb?

" I'm sorry" isn't quite enough
To ease my angry heart
Go find him while I suffer
And pray the time is short
You look at me with disbelief
That I would ask again
You may not hope, but I still do
I'm sorry to offend

Go back and bring him home to me
Alive..or in a bag
Just do not lose this son of mine
He's still my precious lad
I pray you listen to my plea
For I shall never sleep
Until he rest within our land
And we can finally weep

By:Dolores Ryan Rutland
July 18, 1999