Mama, I've been thinking about life
When I was young
I thought everyone would grow old
I thought life was good for everyone
Now I know, life isn't fair for all
Children live in hunger and are slaves
War takes their life when they are too young
Fear is their norm, and we hide when they call
Mama, this is not fair
Mama, I wasn't aware of this.
But the leaders of this world hide in bunkers while sending our sons to wars to die.
I don't know if I can live in this hopeless pit
If leaders' children hide while our sons fight
Mama, this is not fair
I don't like the way the leaders think
I don't want my only son to die for the elite
I don't want him to see bodies lying at his feet
Mama, prayers are what we need
Pray to God to save my sweet son
And ask the lord to save the leader's lost soul
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Rósa Björk Kristjánsdóttir
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