a baby born from a mother's womb
is a father's glory & a father's tomb.
they risk it all
they'd risk what's right
for their sunshine to grow
up a life of light-

"papa! papa? look at me
where is mama? i brood! coffee,"
father didn't budge; he sat uptight
couldn't quell her queries
but she slept through the night.

she then woke up, heard a bang! from the door
saw poor father sobbing on the floor.
"help me up child, from now on.
mother will hear us with the warplanes gone."