mothers of the disappeared

midnight, our sons and daughters, were cut down and taken from us, hear their heartbeat, we hear their heartbeat, in the wind we hear their laughter, in the rain we see their tears, hear their heartbeat, we hear their heartbeat, night hangs like a prisoner, stretched over black and blue, hear their heartbeat, we hear their heartbeat, in the trees our sons stand naked, through the walls our daughters cry, see their tears in the rainfall