My father was a humble carpenter
Maybe the saw was blunt, or too sharp the plane
The old man would think always
As he woke up drunk.
Every Christmas he would beat us
Sometimes even threatened with a knife,
”A kiss could make a man die”,
I was often told.
Under the northern sky
The people toiled and suffered
By loaning from the rich
Made their wishes true.
Barefeet across the Africa
Our homestead was left behind
As the drought sucked the water from the well
Inspired by raging starvation,
I decided to lead the tribe
Where there was water
And the lakes froze when the winter came,
Now it is the time for others
To serve us instead.
Under the northern sky
The people toiled and suffered
By loaning from the rich
Made their wishes true.
My helmet endures the radiation
Sending a card home, I greeted folks from the Andes
As from young lady's hips I was
Seeking consolation
How thin is the layer
Of that ozone, remains a mystery
Now that hair already gets off my skin
As the cancer on it is spreading.
Under the northern sky
The people toiled and suffered
By loaning from the rich
Made their wishes true.