Lady please remind me Of the good deeds that you’ve done Of the peace you brought to strangers Thru all the wars you fought and won It’s hard to see this image As the blood red rivers run The portrait of a victim Behind a smoking gun A wind has blown in from the east With prophecies to come It fills our hearts with disdainful hate It taints our hard won freedom In our land of liberty we are the righteous ones But in their world of poverty we are the landlords of their slums Where children die and women cry The men bring out the guns A better life awaits the son Who will die for the chosen one Piracy, hypocrisy there‘s fire on the plain There’s murder in this village And only innocence to blame Copyright 2010 BarakaMusico All Rights Reserved