Humans in their spring livery,
skinny boys without much meat on them.
Boys licked their lips as the war was cut,
movements that inflamed the girls with tears
We'll do it for fathers
we'll do it for mothers
we'll do it for sister
we'll do it for brothers
Enemies filled with holes and gaps
and we did it with poetry
Pads of cotton wool and gauze for our wounds
the beauty pales beside the films
and the friends that you fight with
all dressed in evil girls holding their hands
We'll do it for fathers
we'll do it for mothers
we'll do it for sisters
we'll do it for brothers