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Thread #120054 Message #2614301
Posted By: cetmst
19-Apr-09 - 06:24 AM
Thread Name: Origins: Requiem: 'Pray for us, Father Romero...'
Subject: ADD: Requiem (Magpie)
Here are the full lyrics as I can make them out. Line breaks and punctuation are mine:
REQUIEM Greg Artzner)
It was a requiem mass he prayed that day For the spirit of justice had late passed away And he spoke to the people who had gathered to pray Just before his own blood was spilled. "They can kill me but the voice of justice can never be stilled".
He raised the chalice high in the air That the blood of redemption was ---- chair(?) It was like a reed standing there. Then a gunshot drowned out the bells. Wine and blood were mixed on his vestments as he fell.
Then pray for us, Father Romero, That soon this madness may be done; That justice return and that we learn That it's not from the end of a gun.
In the still of the night down an old farm town road Soldiers disposed of a burdensome load. Four shallow graves were the seed that they sowed; Four American womwn were found Murderd and hidden; accusations lie beneath the ground.
These were our sisters eho'd taken a stand To work with the poor in a neighboring land And for this they were murdered by soldiers' command While the governments both turned away. Had a search come too near the truth of what happened that day?
So tell me now how, good people, can you stand idly by While the country we love donated the guns By which so many more will die.
When refugees jumped in the river to cross Women and children, old people were tossed, Their loved ones, their land and their liberty lost; Then the gunners swept down from the sky; Hundreds were shot in the water and left there to die.
And today throughout the countryside Bombs make no distinction among those who hide. The death squads continue their genocide While the world turns its eyes away And the lifeline of arms from the north goes on day after day.
So tell me now how, good people, you can stand idly by While the country we love donates the guns By which so many more will die.
So pray for us, Father Romero, That soon this madness be done, That justice return and that we learn That it's not from the end of a gun.