In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum In the howling wind comes a stinging rain I was not a Communist, but I felt it was wrong, so I used the language of the Scripture to describe the situation: It did bother me that this was being sanctioned by religious people. It upset me as a person who read the Scriptures, to think that Christians in America were supporting this kind of thing, this kind of proxy war because of these Communists. I don't think we were in danger, but I knew there were lives in danger or being lost close to us, and I felt for them. I remember the ground shaking and I remember the smell of being near a war zone. In the hillside across the way, they were firebombing these villages to get the paramilitaries out of there. We went out into the hills - maybe that was irresponsible because we were in the middle of a war zone. There were wonderful people offering solace to refugees from the war in El Salvador.
It's why I ended up in the famine in Ethiopia, It's why I ended up in Central America. "I wanted to go and see things for myself. Page rendered in: 0.Bono spoke about this song in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame exhibit "Louder Than Words: Rock, Power and Politics." Said Bono:
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You take the staircase to the first floorĪnd through the walls you hear the city groanĪcross the field you see the sky ripped open Through the alleys of a quiet city street
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fireĪcross the mud huts where the children sleep Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome See the face of fear running scared in the valley below See it driving nails into the souls on the tree of pain
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