A TOAST TO FALLEN EMPIRES I
watch the leaves of fall blowing in the wind on my way It's a long bus ride
between the truth and my doubts The driver is so absorbed in his work that
he can't hear the screams of his passengers.
The
President's children were crossing the street singing a hymn nobody else can sing
these days A dove flew by. On its wings were words so smudged you couldn't
read them anymore. The guard dogs of the Pentagon howled in mourning as the
dove flew away down the Capitol halls. Roberts Rules of Order break into bits
scattered by the winds of greed across our continent Let's
not forget this final time of the race to escape other men's dreams and the promises
we have been sold, the lies we have been told Let us stand and face all the
fires and spring all the traps and avoid all the snares as they unfold We
have come a long way on this bus and sat on these benches Trading these tickets
like soldiers in trenches Singing "Lili Marlene" to each other across
No Man's Land The corporation
chairman in his perch high in the tower Can only dream of the erotic curves
on the charts on his wall Time
goes by for tyrants too and with any luck at all soon these will be gone as well Once
you wore a flowered dress and a crown of enchanted hope You were so beautiful
we couldn't believe you were in danger That summer day that I saw you cry and
felt your hand tremble I promised to walk through every fire to restore to
you the place that is yours
It
is hard to live a parallel life To be always defending But we didn't have
to wait very long until the sea broke through the dike. Tomorrow
the Santa Maria will fly away in the air And the sky will be spangled with
butterflies And we will waltz with our girls and be in love Drinking Dom
Perignon And drink a toast
to fallen empires. Panama
Red and Jean-Luc Brosse, 2006
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