Fred Small
No More Vietnams
The market place was bustlying in the morningWhen the army and the ORDEN made their strikeLike a farmer killing chickens for the marketThey cut down every living thing in sight.They tore into the wombs of the womenThe sunlight gleaming on their bayonetsAnd the fishermen downstream, though they never heard the screamsHauled in a harvest of human carnage in their nets.CHORUS:Take down my nameI ain't alone, I ain't ashamedAnd I say U.S.A. out of El Salvador!You can tell the PentagonWe want no more VietnamsWe ain't marching into that jungle anymore.She left her home in Ohio far behind herShe swore a sacred vow to help the poorWith three sisters she was raped and slowly torturedLeft in a shallow grave in El Salvador.A doctor, he would grieve at all the sufferingHe never asked his patient's party lineBut he saved a rebel's life--the death squad came at nightHealing the sick his only crime.CHORUSOur taxes buy the bullets of the killersOur helicopters darken southern skiesLetras de cancionesOur business wants new markets and cheap laborOur papers rush to print C.I.A. liesBut take a message to the smiling politiciansWho like to talk so tough and act so braveThe rattling words of war, we've heard them all beforeAnd we will answer them with peace and joy and rage.CHORUS
From Letras Mania