Twelve-year-olds love to play
and sing
Making games of most everything
Who loves who now the gossip
flies
The little towns and the miles
roll by
The old bus breaks down in
Tatlapan
Somehow Ramon makes it run
again
"Si dios quiere" he likes
to say
No spare parts from the U.S.A.
The road is steep not much
more to go
But the Contras were seen
here three days ago
"SO far so good, say your
rosaries.
'Cause right now they'd have
us on our knees"
Six men in roadside just ahead
Something in the driver's
mind senses dread
He yells, "Contras, get down!"
and steps on the gas
Too late as bullets smash
the glass
Screams and cries and blood
all around
The Contras run off to higher
ground
Twelve are wounded lying on
the floor
And Guadalupe is no more
The bus burns with the close
of day
The Contra officers collect
their pay
The guns, the grenades, and
the bullets say
"Made in the U.S.A."
"Mourio por sus patria" the
priest will say
Guadalupe will , your papa's
tears dry someday?
Leaving scars that time will
never wear away
Made in the U.S.A.
© 1985 by Eric Kilburn
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