Personal and public politics....

True to my word....here is the song. It's entitled Cries of the Children. Granted....this song is specific to the hurricanes that hit Haiti, not the aid in Ethiopia, but the message is all the same. The cries for help that still get left unheard.

(Pas gan ou moun ki vle ede'mwen= There isn't anyone to wants to help me)

They tell us that we are wicked.
Nothing but heathens with the dust of magic under our nails.
That we were meant to have our hands washed clean.
They say that we deserved it.
For the debt that we have is bigger to them than is to God.

Pas gan on moun ki vle ede’mwen. (x4)

The flesh and the blood of the ones I love are gone.
Swept by the tide and the tears that were shed.
Can’t nobody hear the cries of the children.
Screaming for mothers and fathers to carry them back.
From the shores you see the faces of friends
But from miles you see nothing but shame.
And as the gangs start running and ruling the streets
Across the sea the lighter children fall asleep.

Pas gan on moun ki vle ede’mwen. (x4)

The children are starving.
And the elders are dying.
Cause there is no one to save the child
The child who would continue the line.
The homes we were building were gone by tonight
And still there is no one to help shine the light.
And it seems so many people have lost their lives.
But nobody came to give us hope, and we are too tired
To find anymore.

Pas gan on moun ki vle ede’mwen. (x4)

Where is The Man who says that he cares?
The debt’s not been paid, so this is all you gon’ get.
Ravaged for more then 200 hundred years,
Weren’t we the place that started the fall?
The fall of the masters and the rise of the slaves.
But what happened today?
Struggling to survive when the price is so high,
And prayers don’t get answered for a very long time.
Wishing for better but only getting worse.
Counting the days when the world will give nothing.

Pas gan on moun ki vle ede’mwen. (x4)

Don’t nobody want to come and get their hands dirty
So they shield their eyes from the strife and poverty.
There’s no going back, not with trouble so close
Banging on your door and breathing on your neck.
Somebody come and save these poor souls.
Cause God is too tired to answer our calls alone.
Our feet are so weary from the hard long walk.

Pas gan on moun ki vle ede’mwen. (x4)

You see the cries of the children are heard no more
Because the sound of the waves drowns them out. (repeat bridge 2 twice)
You see the cries of the children are heard no more
Because the crash of the buildings covers there mouths.
You see the cries of the children. Yes it’s the cries of the children. (x4)