l'amour et la guerre

ceasefire orders will be given an armistice formed the ones in charge will shake hands the war will end my mother will wait, and wait and forever stay waiting for the fabled return of her martyred son my sister will twiddle her thumbs along with my nieces and nephews patiently in vain for my brother's return who sold our dreams? who sold our homelands? I have no answer, but I do know who pays the price