breakfast woodsmoke on the breeze on the cliff the u s embassy frowns out over managua like dracula s tower the kid who guards fonseca s tomb cradles a beat up submachine gun at age fifteen he s a veteran of four years of war proud to pay his dues he knows who turns the screws baby face and old man s eyes blue lagoon and flowering trees bullet pocked masaya streets full of the ghosts of the heroes of monimb women of the town laundry work and gossip and laugh at me they don t believe i ll ever send them the pictures i took for every scar on a wall there s a hole in someone s heart where a loved one s memory lives in the flash of this moment you re the best of what we are don t let them stop you now nicaragua sandino in his tom mix hat gazes from billboards and coins sandino vive en la lucha por la paz sandino of the shining dream who stood up to u s marines now washington panics at u 2 shots of cuban style latrines they peek from planes eavesdrop from ships voyeurs licking moistened lips cause  in the flash of this moment you re the best of what we are don t let them stop you now nicaragua in the flash of this moment you re the best of what we are don t let them stop you now nicaragua1