My friend, it must have been 200 suns
Since you last left with our 200 sons
Trembling in their oversized boots
Clutching their oversized rifles
Tell me, do you bring news
That the boys you bravely took away
Have grown into brave young men?
That the children we gave to you
Have given us back our security?
Can you assure us
That our beautiful children
Did not fight for us in vain?
That the last time our boys saw the village
Will not be the last time they ever see it?
Can you promise us
That you don’t return empty handed
But return with full-booted men?
And that our very lives
Are not lost forever?