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...