a baby born from a mother's womb
is a father's glory and same time tomb
they'd risk it all, they'd risk what's right
for the growth of their sunshine
up in a life of light
"mama! mama? look at me,
where is papa? i brewed bitter coffee."
mother didn't budge, she sat uptight
daughter can't quell her worries
yet slept through the night.
she then woke up, heard a bang from the door,
saw poor mother sobbing on the floor.
"help me up child, from now on.
father will hear us when the war is done."
to those who would choose to sugarcoat and lie
it is better (only for you) to leave no goodbye
made in 2018