Unfinished Revolution
From the health centre porch she looks to the North
Where Nicaragua´s enemies hide
Polio crippled and maimed before things were changed
Slowly they´re turning the tide
In the twilight she stands, with a rifle in hand
And memory of what used to be
Now she´s part of the unfinished revolution
Feudal landlords they´ve known seen overthrown
Afghanistan comes into view
Learning to read and to write is part of the fight
But for her it´s something that´s new
Down all the years ashamed of her tears
Imprisoned behind a black veil
Now she´s part of the unfinished revolution
Soldiers kicked down the door, called her a whore
While he lingered in Castlereagh
Internment tore them apart, brought her to the heart
Of resistence in Belfast today
Her struggle is long, it´s hard to be strong
She´s determined deep down inside
To be part of the unfinished revolution
She holds the key to the unfinished revolution
