When will my husband return from war?
He’s been gone so long and I’m shaken to the core.
Life without him is unsympathetic.
I’ve been working at the factory,
but my wages don’t cover the price of five hungry mouths.
He may be in the trenches but our love won’t fizzle out.

When will my son return from war?
Just fifteen, he’s surrounded by all that gore.
He thinks that he’s doing his country good;
His innocence will be obliterated.
He travelled away leaving me behind,
I desperately want to trade our places.