Rise In Protest

Rise in protest My heart goes to weeping mothers Who daily lose their dears? Either by enemies within Or by bombing to push help in How many loose lives? Who shall believe? It is mad race Just thrust upon unfortunate ones At one side we are imprisoned Or like animals cordoned Another side friendly forces attack We are constantly on run and check We are fortunate too To escape dragnet And clutches of insurgents Now we feel little safe at another gate Local population rise in protest This part is really acid test We have nothing to survive We shall need aid to live