Away from the river
   Away from the smoke of the burning
   Fearful survivors
   Subject of government directives
   One sad guitar note
   Echoes of the wall of the jungle
   Seen from the air they're just targets with nowhere to run to
  
   Children of rape
   Raised on malnutrition
   Men in camouflage
   Filled with a sense of mission
   Light through the wire mesh
   Plays on the president's pistol
   Like the gleam of a bead of sweat in the flow of a candle
  
   Hear the cry in the tropic night
   Should be the cry of love but it's a cry of fright
   Some people never see the light
   Till it shines through bullet holes
  
   The tropic moon
   Bathing a beach fringed with palms
   Glitters on shells
   And beach tar and coke cans
   And on the night-coloured boat
   And on the barrels of guns
   In the rage in the hearts of these men is the seed of a wind they call
   Kingdom Come
  
   Hear the cry...