Songs Of Captain Myrna

Myrna stands with her back against the wall
She holds close a trinket inscribed with her beliefs
and as we all wait for the great fall
She's finding a way to stop the feed
Eyes in the tele, eyes everywhere
Tonight, there will be no safe places
Sleeping with the weight she must bear

Always in trepidation
and the ground is stained red
Looking for salvation,
but no ground is sacred

Myrna stands with a crowd at her feet
She holds the microphone like a memory
and as we all wait to hear her beat
She's trying to find words not in Guarani
and when they tell her she's not American
she askes: "how can this be when I was born in Bolivia"

Always in trepidation
and the ground is stained red
Looking for salvation,
and we will find the road ahead

Myrna stands with all her ideologies
mistreated for the combination
of skin-color and political beliefs
It isn't her fault, this is her vocation
At night, she finds her thoughts askew
"if Shakira had views, they'd persecute her too"

Always in trepidation
and the ground is stained red
Looking for salvation,
all our ideas have been spread

Myrna stands with an new identity
Twenty years has passed her by
Replaced the microphone with an AR-15
Soldiers waiting to take the hostile supply
then one of them says: "don't doubt the plan,
we'll follow you to hell and back, Captain."

Always in trepidation
and the ground is stained red
Looking for salvation,
we'll teach them, nothing is sacred