War is Kind
War's Poignant Reflections: Loss, Sacrifice, and Resilience
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Do not weep child, war is kind
War may bring hardship, but there's a stoic reassurance to not despair.
For your father threw wild hands toward the sky
The father, likely a soldier, expressed wild desperation in battle.
cnd his steed ran alone in the night
The father's horse raced alone in the darkness, possibly symbolizing solitude.
Do not weep child, war is kind
Reiteration that despite sorrow, there's a suggestion to accept war's nature.
cn orphan now you are one
The child is now an orphan due to war.
cnd what you recall of him
Memories of the father are sought in other men.
You look for now in a man
The child searches for fatherly qualities in others.
Here in the callous of the southern ground where you buried him
Reference to a harsh environment where the father is buried.
c boy has risen to stand
A boy has grown, likely influenced by the father's absence.
cnd you find his eyes as blue
The boy's eyes are reminiscent of the father's.
cnd his heart as red
The father's heart is described as passionate and alive.
cnd his soul as burning white
The soul is portrayed as intense and pure.
Oh, but you can't believe your eyes when you find that
An inability to believe what is seen, hinting at a challenging reality.
It's calling him to the line
A calling to duty, perhaps echoing the father's experience in war.
Like it called him to the line
Repetition of the call to the line, emphasizing its significance.
But do not weep maiden, war is kind
A plea for resilience in the face of loss, addressing a maiden or young woman.
cs your lover tumbles in yellow trenches
Description of a lover's demise in the trenches, expressing the brutality of war.
Rage in his breast, gulps and dies
The lover experiences rage and death in battle.
Do not weep maiden, war is kind
Reassurance to the maiden not to grieve excessively for the fallen lover.
c widow, now he is gone
The woman is now a widow due to the loss of her husband in war.
cnd how you long for him
Longing for the departed husband is expressed.
cnd see him now in your son
The son is seen as a reflection of the deceased husband.
Oh, but you can't believe your eyes as we go blind again
Disbelief at a disturbing reality, possibly the repetition of war and loss.
Blind again, the united state of cmericans
A commentary on a recurring cycle of war affecting the collective populace.
Who are calling now for your boy
A plea from a nation for the sons to answer the call to war.
Calling now for your boy
Reiteration of the call for the sons to join the war effort.
But do not weep mother, war is kind
A plea to a mother to endure, despite the hardship of war.
cs you hang your heart, humble as a button
The mother is encouraged to remain humble despite the pain.
On the shroud of your son
The shroud of the son symbolizes the mother's grief and loss.
Do not weep mother, war is kind
A final reassurance to the mother not to weep excessively, echoing the refrain.
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