Whispers

04:10
Nealon
2004-01-01
Copyright 1989 Dave Nealon

Story

Glimpses of the Caribbean and of citizens with sledge hammers at the Berlin Wall. Vague memories of reading a diatribe on colonial agriculture. Strange how ideas weave around each other.

Lyrics

Appearance give no indication Water blue and tropical sun But I hear whispers of desperation Mother sigh for her little one Aftermath of colonization Who survive this intrusion Land tied up in sugar plantation Institution of seclusion Institution of exclusion Each man pass through tribulation Recognize Lord of creation Brother and sister in jubilation You join I this celebration Blind and hungry developing nation Put the horse behind the cart Subdued with token occupation Revolution in they heart Evolution of delusion Watching walls of freedom fall Observers draw their own conclusions A hand is writing on the wall See the writing on the wall