Reaping What We've Sown
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By-Dennis Rahkonen

I recall the flaring napalm and the children it consumed
In Indochina's countries, in the villages we doomed
And my mind blinks back the horrors of a highway named for death
Where we made a pact with satan and sweet Jesus gasped for breath.

Still we wonder why we're reaping what we've sown!

From the Guatemalan mountains to the Indonesian shores
Through our many interventions and our dirty little wars
We have crucified the peoples of a multitude of lands
Putting shame upon our nation with the blood that's on our hands.

And we wonder why we're reaping what we've sown!

Our flyers loose their bombloads from the gleaming stratosphere
And the crackle of their radios is all that they can hear
No screams of abject terror as explosions rock the earth
Those dark-skinned populations...what could they be worth?

Yet we wonder why we're reaping what we've sown!

Remember El Chorrillo back in 1989
And the massacring Contras past the Nicaraguan lines
Plus the teachers and the medics who who were singled out to die
In the Salvadoran Jungles for a cruel and callous lie.

Do you wonder why we're reaping what we've sown?

There's a gap along the skyline where two buildings used to be
But the reasons for Ground Zero are still something we can't see
For the tears we weep in mourning are the ones we never shed
For the Asians and the Africans our policies left dead.

And we wonder why we're reaping what we've sown!