I Know You're Back Jua My Son
"My brothers come home from war, his hands are red
Both shoulders have no slopes
He stood shaky, his eyes on us one on one
I know you back my son
Suddenly he collapsed in the yard he we papah
Mother was slowly nipping her forehead tough
My hand is fishy mother, my hand is bleeding
I know you back my son
That afternoon she was licking mother, lekah belly
I did not aim at it, but my hand was covered
His bowed bow is very poor
We just fell, I hugged him on the ground
You alone are the threshold of my son
Rub the fingers already bleeding
Keep the red rifle barrel
I know you back my son "