The Children Draw Guns Morning in San Caralampio Schoolchildren gather around From Guatemala their families have fled to this Mexican town A woman from north of the border Opens a box on the floor Gives them all crayons and paper, some never have seen these before Draw me a picture of home, she says Anything you can recall Use all the colors, then we'll put them up on the wall CHORUS: And the children draw guns, bullets and blood Soldiers in uniform burning their houses Trampling gardens to mud The children of San Caralampio draw pictures of guns Look at them quietly working Drawing with care and with pride Showing no sign of the terrible memories hidden inside But where are the sun and the rainbows? Where are the birds in the skies? Where are the circles of children who dance with the stars in their eyes? Don't look for stars in the children's eyes Don't look for sun in their sky These are the children of war, who have watched their friends die CHORUS Some say they will not remember Some say they can't understand Look at the pictures and see that they know what was done to their land What have we done to these children? What have we taken away? Far from their homes, will they ever be free just to draw and to play? Some will be soldiers before too long Carrying guns of their own Turned into pictures by children who'll never come home CHORUS (tag) And the soldiers draw guns . . . And the bullets draw blood Copyright Mark Cohen, 1985 MC
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