I don’t know how he can cope from day to day
With the threat of sudden death all the time
With the responsibility to protect his family
Or to explain to his children why there’s no food
This man running from an explosion
carrying his two daughters in his arms
Having to keep his head and not to panic
And where is his wife is he bereaved?
I don’t understand the general feeling
How people can see this and not plead
To the enemies of his home to stop the war
Who’s side are we on anyway, who’s side are we on
