mothers are naturally
nurturing and loving,
feeding their children,
tucking them in,
caring for their bumps
and bruises while
whispering love
into their ears, so
when the mother of all
bombs is dropped,
it makes you wonder,
is there a father
of weapons, an uncle
of all bayonets, the sister
of all bullets.
aunt bea
and her machine gun?
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