Veiled I walk, the streets that lead
To my home, I go, The home I need
The home where everyone already left
I am alone, I am bereft
Still, for my youngest, I must go
He is so young, so alone!
Hurry!!! I spare a stray thought to my eldest
He is braving the cold, the desert dearest!
He is walking lands where he could be shot.
And I walked here, head held high, as high as they let a woman hold
For my son there, miles away, is a hero
I used to get letters, I don’t anymore
They say, they talk, they mock, they kill me inside
With all the stories about him
He isn’t killed, he can’t kill, he won’t die
Not without saying goodbye.
Hurry! My little one is now eating the ashes from the stove
Good heavens! You are just like your brother!