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East Timor Betrayed

Peter Hicks
Lingua: Inglese




East Timor, you are burning, and your rivers are turning to blood,
In humanity's name, who will help you?
Are ten thousand dead not enough?

They looked across to their neighbours,
It was time now to call in their debts,
"We were there for you when you needed us most,
"And you promised you'd never forget."
But that Downer and Howard, both for once disempowered,
Say, "I don't think that you've thought this thing through,
"Indonesia's a good export market, so
"There's not very much we can do."

East Timor, you are burning, and your rivers are turning to blood,
In humanity's name, who will help you?
Are twenty thousand dead not enough?

Their anguish reached out 'cross the oceans,
To Europe and the U S of A,
But America's interests are perfectly safe,
So Bill Clinton has nothing to say.
And that nice Tony Blair, with compassion and care,
With his ethics, religion and charms,
Sends an underling out there the very next day,
To sell Indonesia more arms.

East Timor, you are burning, and your rivers are turning to blood,
In humanity's name, who will help you?
Are thirty thousand dead not enough?

Well surely the United Nations,
After all, isn't that why they're there?
To stop the innocents' slaughter and
To echo humanity's cares?
But that Kofi Annan, he's the president's man,
He says "Sorry" and just shakes his head.
He's very well paid for a nation betrayed,
But he'll never sleep straight in his bed.

East Timor, you are burning, and your rivers are turning to blood,
In humanity's name, who will help you?
Are forty thousand dead not enough?

Now Dili's a simmering ghost town,
Its fires all a'smouldering with tears,
But the ghosts there will come back to haunt you,
Torment you and taunt you for years.
You who stayed out of sight to allow genocide
That was well in your power to prevent,
Not to stop the bloodshed but to round up the dead
Your soldiers you finally sent.

But from the ashes of East Timor's martyrs, the flames of their freedom will rise,
To humanity's shame no-one came to your aid,
But keep faith that you will grasp your prize.

From the ashes of East Timor's martyrs …



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