Susan wakes to the sounds
of the morning
Fixes her breakfast and sends down to work
and she's nursing baby while
Rita is driving to school where
she has a job
teaching her language and
Sarah remembers a lifetime of living
Larry is turning the wheels of industry
And all of them hum a few lines from a
song that they learned as a child
But the government say you are not like us
You don't talk like us
You don't feel like us
How can you trust
someone who's not like you?
And
Aida wakes to the sounds of the morning
Fixes her breakfast sends
Gabriela to school
And her father comes down from the
mountains on the weekends
They play in cantinas,
they leave for the flutes
And
Flora's baking a cake for her birthday
Her neighbors and old nurse
who see in the town ball
And all of them hum a few lines
From a song that they learned as a child
But the government say you are not like us,
you don't talk like us, you don't feel like
us.
How can you trust someone
who's not like you?
Donna wakes to the sounds of the morning,
pulls close to the nickel, because he's warm.
And she feeds and she dresses her two children warmly,
while her mother she pauses,
Remembers the husband
she lost in the war
And praise
God if you're listening
Have it be honor keeps
him most of her life
And all of them hum a few lines
From a song that they learned
as a child
But the government say, you are not like us,
you don't talk like us, you don't feel like
us.
How can you trust someone
who's not like you?
Deep in the ground,
hear the sounds of the morning
For women and children and
men who've been lost
and the only sound now they can make is
the sound of the rustle of grass as it
whispers to remember us an d sing us some
lines from a song that you learned as a
And I am a poet who woke to
the sounds of the morning
And made me some coffee and
wrote a few lines
you