Nicaragua - Bruce Cockburn

    breakfast woodsmoke on the breeze --
    on the cliff the u.s. Embassy
    frowns out over managua like dracula's tower.
    the kid who guards fonseca's tomb
    cradles a beat-up submachine gun --
    at age fifteen he's a veteran of four years of war
    proud to pay his dues
    he knows who turns the screws
    baby face and old man's eyes

    blue lagoon and flowering trees --
    bullet-packed masaya streets
    full of the ghosts of the heroes of monimbo
    women of the town laundry
    work and gossip and laugh at me --
    they don't believe i'll ever send them the pictures i took.
    for every scar on a wall
    there's a hole in someone's heart
    where a loved one's memory lives

    in the flash of this moment
    you're the best of what we are --
    don't let them stop you now
    nicaragua

    sandino in his tom mix hat
    gazes from billboards and coins
    "sandino vive en la lucha por la paz"
    sandino of the shining dream
    who stood up to the u.s. marines --
    now washington panics at u2 shots of "cuban-style" latrines

    in the flash of this moment
    you're the best of what we are --
    don't let them stop you now
    nicaragua

    (MANAGUA  FEBRUARY 1983)
     

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