Nicaragua

Breakfast wood smoke 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 sub-machine 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 --- Nicaragua - Bruce Cockburn