Judy's July post

S.O.S.

A mother's heart beats strongly as she walks the city streets,

Her message chanted loud above the tread of many feet.

Mr Politician are you deaf? Can't you hear our pleas?

Save our sons ...

Save our sons.


If he wanted to get married he would need to get consent,

For him to buy a car I'd have to sign the documents.

Yet he's old enough to go to war—it makes no kind of sense.

Save our sons ... oh lord ...

Save our sons.


A mother's love burns fiercely as she walks the city streets,

Her placard waves above the mass of people marching deep.

Mr Politician, are you blind? Is it that you just can't read?

Save our sons ... please ...

Save our sons.


Should they return as broken men, or die on foreign land,

On your head will lie the burden, and it's why we take this stand.

Gutless fool, how dare you call yourself a moral man!

Save our sons ... dear god above ...

Save our sons.


We taught them to respect and now you're teaching them to kill,

Into battle under orders regardless of their will.

In the war against conscription, we'll keep on fighting till

We save our sons ...


We save our sons.

Judith Bandidt

©  May 2013