Long lines of people,
By car,
And on foot,
Mothers clutching their children to their chests,
Or walking them by the hand.
The older boys had stayed behind,
To fight forces greater than,
A Molotov cocktail, a stone,
Or a gun.
A proud nation stands defiant,
To defeat invading forces.
No time to bury its dead,
Or mourn them.
Large cities crumble under the weight,
Of the bombs and the tanks and the hate.
Morning rises, the war rages on,
Under blue skies and yellow gold pride.