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Ko Kra 04:01


Ko Kra
(Bloem/van Reenen)
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Could we live that long
Amidst the tidal waves on a barren rock?
How can we hold our peace, forever the brave
And let them have their stock?

Schweizer on Ko Kra, the man, the tsunami
And a whole world deaf, dumb and blind
To the drunken belch and the gale of laughter
As he rapes her, from behind
The pain without the pleasure, rococo ribs on the rocks
This grief beyond our measure
The strands of her beautiful locks

Would we do the same
Jump from safety into a raging sea?
How would we banish our fear
And become the tear cried over a refugees plea?
Would we rather put our lives at stake
Than stay home for afternoon tea?

Schweizer on Ko Kra, the force of compassion
And a world that shuts its eyes
To the cries of pain, and the sounds of torture
And a million political lies
The pain without the pleasure, rococo ribs on the rocks
This grief cannot be measured
By the number of people it shocks

Can you feel the pain behind the words I sing
Or are you irritated, like the Thai by Schweizer
Or hurt by the verbal sting?
Would you rather save some people here
Than forget the whole damn thing?

Well, forget then this island, the people, the storms
Like the whole world deaf, dumb and blind
To the drunken roar and the gale of laughter
As you erase this from your mind
The pain without the pleasure, rococo ribs on the rocks
This grief that knows no measure
The strands of her beautiful locks

But can you live that long
With the knowledge of this cruel rock?
Can you hold your peace, forever the brave
And let them keep their stock, and
Will you sleep that sound in the blood of hundreds
Counting away a jumping flock?

(now you can go where people are one)
(now you can go where they get things done)