9 Acres
Sara Comeron
Forty years, we have survived for forty years
This land of us has turned to dust in just one day
The sons of our sons will be nurtured with rain
Another woman´s milk will shape their souls
Three acres of wisdom
Three acres of doom
Three acres of hunger, and sweat and love
All the dreams that we have planted for forty years
And now this van is the only home we respect and know
Who could ever thought we could live without our lives?*
Our citadel is burnt and no seed will make it grow
Tin and wood, tears and prays, no God in this land.
Three acres of wisdom
Three acres of doom
Three acres of hunger, and sweat and love
Three acres of wisdom
Three acres of doom
Three acres of hunger and love
* John Steinbeck