My son went to war and never came back
Because some kings thought:
Why not to earn more cash?
I thought my son died as a hero who fought for his land
But so thought the mother who my son killed her lad
He was so young at age and young at heart
He thought, “tomorrow will have a brighter sunshine.”
He was ready to die for what he believed in
“For freedom,” he once said.
We were fooled by the speeches of the rich
Some died in the battle and of waiting died the rest.
In castles of gold and diamond, the rulers celebrated the winning
In the hall where they set the army:
their spirits became forgotten losses.
We were left to mourn in our small old houses
And all of their promises faded.
They dare to appear on televisions
In their Armani suits and expensive watches
And address me and my family
And address the rest of the country:
“We lost few souls,”
He looked down, he wiped his eyes
Then mentioned a number, then continued:
“But we won the war.”
I wondered while sobbing for I had tears no more:
Those who died were just numbers
a n d t h o s e who DID NOT FIGHT, history shall remember!
And my son Adam went to war and never came back
Because some kings were thirsty for more land.
My Adam was tall and handsome
My Adam is not a number mentioned in history records
My Adam fought and he was the one who won along with his fellows.