Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall
Dear Bono,
The atrocities commited in El Salvador that you sing about in your song "Mothers of the Disappeared" are no different than what happened in Iraq, except that Iraq's disappeared number into the millions. Are you going to write a song about them?
Sincerely,
A fan of your music, but not your mouth.
I am a Marxist, thus, any victims of Marxist regimes don't really count. Only victims whose deaths can be somehow attributed to Evil Capitalist Amerika count. Thanks for writing,
Bono
PS: Please funnel several more billion dollars in tax-payer money to my favorite African dictators. My secretary will enclose a list.