Mou’ji , sing me a lullaby tonight Too many faces made of white smoke Smother me when I close my eyes My dreams are on a leash, and Olive green monsters stalk my breaths Mou’ji , sing me a lullaby Mou’ji , burn my clothes while I sleep Too many friends have bled on the Shirt, You brought for me when Eid last came For when the demons come for me, Let them never handle threads sanctified by blood Mou’ji , burn my clothes while I sleep Mou’ji , take away and bury my school books My classroom is now a sandbag bunker My fingers will trace words in the dark now Every page full of the names of the dead One by one, till I am one of them Mou’ji , take away and bury my school books Mou’ji , don’t cry when they bring me home For even if there is no heaven, I refuse to be choked My hands are scarred from the edges of stones But iron chains are heavier still Even when gilded with fool’s gold Mou’ji , don’t cry when they bring me home ...