Made in the USA - Eric Kilburn

    In Nicaragua harvest time is not much fun
    But the coffee's ripe and it must be done
    Guadalupe and her friends board the rusty bus
    Twenty miles in the heat and dust

    Twelve-year-olds love to play and sing
    Making games of most everything
    Who loves who now the gossip flies
    The little towns and the miles roll by

    The old bus breaks down in Tatlapan
    Somehow Ramon makes it run again
    "Si dios quiere" he likes to say
    No spare parts from the U.S.A.

    The road is steep not much more to go
    But the Contras were seen here three days ago
    "SO far so good, say your rosaries.
    'Cause right now they'd have us on our knees"

    Six men in roadside just ahead
    Something in the driver's mind senses dread
    He yells, "Contras, get down!" and steps on the gas
    Too late as bullets smash the glass

    Screams and cries and blood all around
    The Contras run off to higher ground
    Twelve are wounded lying on the floor
    And Guadalupe is no more

    The bus burns with the close of day
    The Contra officers collect their pay
    The guns, the grenades, and the bullets say
    "Made in the U.S.A."

    "Mourio por sus patria" the priest will say
    Guadalupe will , your papa's tears dry someday?
    Leaving scars that time will never wear away
    Made in the U.S.A.

    © 1985 by Eric Kilburn


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