Listen to them whisper
I hear each word they say
Locked in bunkers underground
And half a world away
Mothers in the darkness
Sit huddled with their brood
Humming soothing lullabies
To break the heavy mood
Shelter them from knowing
What dangers lurk above
Keep the children occupied
With songs and games and love
But mother’s strength is low
And dad has gone to fight
Rest is hard to find these days
With one eye shut at night
They’re begging us to help
Not leave them all alone
To stand up for their children
And fight like they’re our own
They’d battle in the streets
If they had our machines
No they’re not short on courage
Unlike those with the means
– Rondym Kiefe