The Dry Season

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The Dry Season (lyrics)

You were born on the first morning after that cold winter
you were raised in a cavern in your mother’s heart
and you sucked at her breast until nothing was left over
and we buried her in a field ‘neath the withering corn
and you cried every night for forty days unforgiving
the only rain that fell in that season of drought
the dry season has come, there are no tears
the dry season has come, there are no tears for us now

at first it was hard with no circus and ponies
no teevee ipods or internet p*rn
we struggled to survive and hold on to our dignity
’til our faith dried up along with our dreams
we’ve used up the oil, and our waters and forests
and now all these fields of plenty are gone
the dry season has come, there are no tears
the dry season has come, there are no tears for us now

imagine there’s no humans it’s easy if you try to,
imagine no children, no laughter and song,
we’ve fouled up the oceans that fed all the billions
we’ve drained all the blood that nourishes the ground
the dry season has come and no rain has fallen and
no rain may fall for a thousand more years
the dry season has come, there are no tears
the dry season has come, there are no tears for us now
and so my child i leave this all to you

©2007, Duane Poncy

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I dreamed cousin Evo came down

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I dreamed cousin Evo
came down from the mountains
carrying a single red rose
clasped firmly in his fist
and beside him walked the ghost of Che
and the ghost of El Libertador
    and the ghosts
of the children
   of the mothers
      of the disappeared
and behind those
came the spirits
of the vanquished gods
Inti and Mama-Quilla
Pia and Makunaima
Kulimina and Kururumany
Ixchel and Votan
Yurakon and Jaluka
Selu, the corn mother
and Kanati, the hunter
Child Born of Water
and Monster Slayer
and after this phalange
there came the immense
river of the people
the lost millions
bearing the deep crimson
flowers of our tears
held high into the air
millions of red flowers
   flowing north
like a great river of blood
      washing away
a half-millenium of history
written in the language of guns
and whips and disease
by the cowboys and the conquistadors
sweeping before it
all of the borders and all of the walls
which seperate us from them
   from all our relations
and they came dancing
into our waiting arms
and the soldiers of the empire
stood mouths agape
dropping their guns
   for they knew
there was no holding back
    the flood
      now

 ©2006, Duane Poncy

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