Smoke [Acteal]

How dark is the smoke that fall from the sky
And soaked in our blood are
The feathers of time
More women and children were
Killed on that night
More than they could count when
They threw 'em in trucks
Some children were kneeling
The saints were all calm
Machetes and gunshots reveal all the blood
The papers recounted the story we know
Yet silence is deep as the hundreds of souls
And the hundreds of hopes of our people
Now every one's waiting and
Hoping for justice
But will there be goodness where
Men kill their own?
Our wise people say that the
Mouth of the earth has swallowed her fruit
But the eagle and snake
Will stand for the truth
When the mother of corn has spoken
Oh axe of our fire, bring justice to life
For we know that power
Was once sacrifice and it was sacrifice
And it was sacrifice of our people