my sons,litsen to me

I know they tell you many things when i am not around,they give you reason to fight seen or unseen people,they make you adherents to militia causes.i am sure you think you know,you believe you are justified...you took an oath-you have a cause to die for.Now son,i know you think i am stupid-but when you beheacd your brother,what cause do you fight for?when children sleep hungry because you struck with confused demands,what gain is it to you?when the land is soaked in blood for and after your atrocities,what hero does it make you?
My son i did not labour in pain to give birth to a murderer...please son listen to me-before you join mungiki,before you throw all humane mind away,look me in the eye and tell me what legacy you want to leave behind...Many women are silent,their sons have joined mungiki-we all look lost,we are living with people who can decide to wipe us out-yet we bore them.Women,before we surrender,let us talk to our children once more,let us show them how to not fight wars they cannot win,let us make one more attempt,or two and bring our sons back home.
All cannot be lost...we can save many from this senseless wave of death.