Mothers of the Disappeared

Midnight our sons and daughters Were cut down and taken from us Hear their heartbeats We hear their heartbeats In the wind we hear their laughter In the rain we see their tears Hear their heartbeats we hear their heartbeats Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue Hear their heartbeats We hear their heartbeats In the trees our sons stand naked Through the walls our daughters cry See their tears in the rainfall