No More Vietnams

Fred Small

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    The market place was bustlying in the morning
    When the army and the orden made their strike
    Like a farmer killing chickens for the market
    They cut down every living thing in sight.
    They tore into the wombs of the women
    The sunlight gleaming on their bayonets
    And the fishermen downstream, though they never heard the screams
    Hauled in a harvest of human carnage in their nets.
    Chorus:
    Take down my name
    I ain't alone, i ain't ashamed
    And i say u.s.a. out of el salvador!
    You can tell the pentagon
    We want no more vietnams
    We ain't marching into that jungle anymore.
    She left her home in ohio far behind her
    She swore a sacred vow to help the poor
    With three sisters she was raped and slowly tortured
    Left in a shallow grave in el salvador.
    A doctor, he would grieve at all the suffering
    He never asked his patient's party line
    But he saved a rebel's life--the death squad came at night
    Healing the sick his only crime.
    Chorus
    Our taxes buy the bullets of the killers
    Our helicopters darken southern skies
    Our business wants new markets and cheap labor
    Our papers rush to print c.i.a. lies
    But take a message to the smiling politicians
    Who like to talk so tough and act so brave
    The rattling words of war, we've heard them all before
    And we will answer them with peace and joy and rage.
    Chorus

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