There are children still here,
To our hearts they bring hope,
Though we wish they were safer,
They help us to cope,
It’s their innocence driving us,
On to defend,
Our freedom, control,
So we do not depend,
We don’t want to be ruled,
Or oppressed from above,
What we want is a voice,
Government of the dove,
As civilians leave shelters,
For a bit of fresh air,
It’s clear that there’s willpower,
Not to be scared,
The defence units,
YPG, and YPJ,
Are resisting heroically,
Every day,
Though, without the Red Cross,
Or Red Moon, anywhere,
Every fighter is precious,
No-one can be spared,
Every heartbeat is precious,
Each brain is a gift,
That will bring us salvation,
And help us to lift,
This whole region from conflict,
Oppression, and hate,
And save our whole species,
Before it’s too late!
Resistance Is Fertile 