(Words and music copyright 1998 by Steve Swellander)
Steve Swellander: vocals and water sticks
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On an early morning in August
1998 as most people slept, three
consecutive tidal waves struck
villages around Papua, New
Guinea, killing most of the
inhabitants, especially the
children and the elderly. Schools
did not reopen even after the
initial cleanup because almost all
of the children had been swept to sea.
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Where have you taken my daughters?
What have you done with my sons?
Where have you left the old ones?
Can I really be all alone?
Why do you break my bones?
Why do you tear my skin?
Who will tell the old stories?
Who will carry our names?
The dogs are lost and they’re hungry,
And they eat upon our dead.
My children are all lost,
Swept out upon the waves.
I was once a man of prayer
To one who made this come to be.
This sea that was my bounty
Has now come to harvest me.
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