It is an origin story of sorts, without the drama
He had grown healthy in and out of her hands
He left for college, and her world kept spinning
She was prepared in ways, she avoided trauma
Whatever life had offered, she took its hand
Sent to fight in democracy's endless wars
Leaving no room for mistakes, leaving scars
His perfect life, and her perfect little boy
Stolen away by violence, two lives destroyed
“An equation: 40,000 dead young men = 3,000 tons of bone and flesh, 124,000 pounds of brain matter, 50,000 gallons of blood, 1,840,000 years of life that will never be lived, 100,000 children that will never be born (the last we can afford: there are too many starving children in the world already).”
