Mothers in Zion

Mothers in Zion

Made the best of their lot

With nothing and no one

But some gruel in a pot

They left all they had

With trust in their God

They walked to a desert

Hands on a rod

They brainwashed their children

It was best to obey

Never question or grumble

Or you’ll be left by the way

With nothing and no one

They plunged through the night

Hardened yet loving

Accepting their plight