Smoke (Acteal)

How dark is the smoke that fall from the sky

And soaked in our blood are the feathers of time

More women and children were killed on that night

More than they could count when they threw 'em in trucks

Some children were kneeling, the saints were all calm

Machetes and gunshots reveal all the blood

The papers recounted the story we know

Yet silence is deep as the hundreds of souls

And the hundreds of hopes of our people

Now every one's waiting and hoping for justice

But will there be goodness where men kill their own?

Our wise people say that the mouth of the earth

Has swallowed her fruit, but the eagle and snake

Will stand for the truth, when the mother of corn has spoken

Oh axe of our fire, bring justice to life

For we know that power

Was once sacrifice and it was sacrifice

And it was sacrifice of our people