Hell's Gate ( the border )
written by : praCh
instrument by : Ryan Delancey
produce by : praCh
mujestic records
www.mujestic.com
DALAMA..." memoirs of the invisible war."
Through land and water and, and endless rice fields,
Mountain and jungles, we're on top top of a hill.
The view of the valley gave us chills,
people look like ants, crowd around crater holes which are wells.
On our way down, excited with joy,
jeep and car, truck look like toys.
Then the sound of artillery, vehicles destroyed !
We duck and hide while the guerrilla loot the convoy.
Soldier at the check point with guns on their arm,
yelling out instructions, " every one remain calm ! "
waiting in long line just to get inside,
a half mile long, by a half mile wide.
NGO set up camps and tents at near by location,
passing out supplies, food, medications.
My sister wait in line so she can get us some food,
while my brothers and other search for fire wood,
or water, what ever we can get.
while my momma watch me, I wasn't even a year yet !
No blanket, I was rhap in a 'Kama' sheet,
turn into a hammock, I sleep while the family eat.
Lucky for us we was all OK,
not like the other, loosing arms and legs.
stepping on bomb, grenades,
or couldn't dodge that bullet that flew their way.
No announcement made ! all you hear is the alarm !
Air raid so close you can read the writing on the bombs.
A wounded girl with her head rhap, hell knows what she been through,
hundreds of casualties,.. looking like the world about to end soon.
at the Border,
the hut, the camps, the cage.
at the Border,
that's where us refugee waits.
at the we put our fate in faith,
we're like a ghost in a shell,
yield in one place.
at the Border/ What happen ?
there's not much we can do.
at the Border / What happen?
war is what we went through.
at the Border / What happen?
this for our point of view,
you won't know how it is until it happen to you !
at the Border,
there is where we all wait,
the Border, we call it " Hell's Gate ! "
We can't go forward, we can't go back.
Smoking black clouds hovers, darkness covers the land.
soldier setting fire, burn down contraband.
Random inspections, no one understand,
their language's broken,
but the automatic heavy metal weapon work in their hand.
Damn ! The hot and dusty air, make the weather more lethal.
The Sun show no mercy, pounding down on the people !
There not enough refuge, some would use palm leaf.
Tied it up as roof, shelter underneath.
Some would seek shades, cause their burning from the heat,
they get weak by the wave, they would settle by a tree.
You can see camp fire, clay pots and hot iron pans,
plastic to capture rain drops, grains of crop cook in can.
some children dance cause on the ground they found watermelons,
on the other hand some so skinny looking like a walking skeleton.
Psychologically damage, over run by violence.
Impoverished condition, dreadfully cramp.
Disturbing events, deep inside the camps,
dozen dead after the raid of mask army bandits.
men severely beaten, women harass and raped,
all we seek is refuge, they treat us worst then slaves.
Those who don't know think everything is under control and OK,...' no way ' !
No announcement made ! all you hear is the alarm !
fierce wind and rain, lighting thunderstorm,
nothing can protect you for the monstrous monsoon.
Hundreds of casualties,...looking like the world about to end soon,... at the Border !
