Lyrics

You who live safe In your warm houses You who find, returning in the evening Hot food and friendly faces: Consider if this is a man Who works in the mud Who does not know peace Who fights for a scrap of bread Who dies because of a yes or a no Consider if this is a woman Without hair and without name With no more strength to remember Her eyes empty and her womb cold Like a frog in winter Meditate that this came about: I commend these words to you Carve them in your hearts At home, in the street Going to bed, rising; Repeat them to your children Or may your house fall apart May illness impede you May your children turn their faces from you