Free our girls, the papers write, from jihadist's war and terror. Free our girls, we chant together, for they deserve much better.

Free our girls, the actors chirp, they only wish to learn. These girls, taken from their homes, freedom they have earned.

But what about the other sex, what about the boys? What about the lost ten thousand, sons torn from their toys?

Free our boys, I think alone, as they're marched beneath the banners. Free our boys, in vain I say, lest they become the martyrs.

Free our boys, I wish to shout, but people all ignore. Free our boys, I cry inside, they're not our boys any more.