February 25, 2009
A ballad for my family
My mother she said we would never be free,
My father said someday we would,
My brother said we had to fight to be free,
My sister said you would be killed.
My mother said there was no freedom of speech,
My father watched government news,
My brother fled north to escape from white vans,
My sister she painted her nails.
My mother she died when a shell hit our house,
My father was abducted and killed.
My brother he fought in the jungles up north,
My sister said things weren’t that bad.
I wonder if mother in heaven is free,
Does father now watch BBC?
Will brother be free to come home one day?
My sister said lets wait and see.