Call Two Arms (in progress)

When the shofar trumpets
Instead of weapons
Let's call two arms
Two arms to encircle
Two arms to lift up

So mothers, who beat the ground
And to the vacant sky, call
Where has my son gone?
Where has my sun gone?
They'll have two arms, supporting
Two arms, embracing

Until tiny feet marching
Are tiny feet marching
No more

And when they smear war paint
On their cheeks and their chests
Let's call two arms
Two arms to reclaim
Two arms to hold close