SDP

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