John Trudell - But This Isn't El Salvador/Butler Honoring lyrics

Reading poetry from Central America After talking with my Brother Suddenly remembering how they k** Couldn't really say it straight before They told me you were dead I died They told me your mother was dead I died again They told me the kids were dead I died with each name Fire The government said accident They lied Duck Valley my El Salvador Our last kiss was our last goodbye They came for you in Winters night Winters wind wailed in mourning Government people searched for days Scene of crime digging through ashes Looking for body parts And disturbing evidence We buried you all in a large grave While a blizzard covered us In a blanket of snow How it stormed Terrible pain in land of the free Some ones should have noticed Fewer women laughing Some ones should have noticed Fewer children growing up But this isn't El Salvador Warm strong willed woman I still have memories you gave me Maybe if we recognized peasant eyes Maybe if me recognized plantation lies Archbishop Romero would have nothing On you Trying not to cry how will I ever stop Ever see a wounded lion try hiding pain Watch out it doesn't work But this isn't El Salvador At times I feel every embrace we shared At times Every tender moment still living Met a Sandinista who touched my cheek Kind of like you used to Said to me you are one of us But this isn't El Salvador Gentle Woman Natural mother natural world Some people Won't comprehend what happens Who wants realities cluttered By acts of war Have to keep a lot inside at times Not offending people with words They don't want to see pictures of But this isn't El Salvador Some people told me I'm strong to survive I'm not strong I'm not weak No morality no right no wrong One tear at a time I fall I rise But this isn't El Salvador You loved your people In the face of the American Dream Fry bread and tortillas Some wars are the same Who thinks Wounded Knee and Sand Creek Happen only in history books Is this not history we live and die? But this isn't El Salvador The first look you gave me Your eyes spoke your spirit your heart My heart our heart There was no other way Some ones say We're with you Brother We understand what's been done Some ones say But this isn't El Salvador This is America Yes I know Almost two thousand seasons We fall we rise We fall we rise