My Son’s Path Diverged From Mine

 My son’s path diverged 

Both sadness at these changes 

And proud contentment

A few years changed everything 

In ’42
They were proud
Of their work

In ’45
Suddenly they became
The worst evil ever

Eyes finally opened
Stomachs churned
Too late for so many

May’s Last Day

This month’s one last day 

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