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Dean Madonia: Music

The Raft Of the Medusa

(Dean Madonia)
March 22, 2006
Words And Music Dean Madonia
One of my favorite paintings is "The Raft Of the Medusa," by Theodore Gericault painted in 1819. The tragic sinking of the Medusa was recounted in a popular book of the time and Gericault was inspired to paint the survivors.

I lived in South Florida for many years and the news occasionally carried footage of Cuban rafters struggling to get to America, only to be sent back. It was hard not to see the similarities in the plight of all rafters.

The Raft Of the Medusa

90 miles from America
Headed for the keys
Trying to avoid officials
Hoping for a breeze
Huddled close together
They’re all singing songs of home
Talking about the future
As they’re tossed about like Styrofoam

They can’t see the dark skies
They are looking for the light
They cannot feel the rainfall
Or the cold wind at night

On the raft of the Medusa
Slowly drifting towards the shore
Fueled by desire
An ancient struggle to explore
Another chance for freedom
They cast their hopes into the wind
They’ve been praying for the new world
That may send them back again
What is left of them, on The raft of the Medusa

Now everyone is hungry
And everyone is sore
And in the fading sunlight
They’re all looking for the shore
Out on the night horizon
They see the city lights
Early tomorrow morning
Everything will be alright

Hidden by the dark skies
They have finally found the light
Now they will not feel the rainfall
Or the cold wind at night

As the raft of the Medusa
Washes up upon the shore
Fueled by desire
An ancient struggle to explore
Another chance for freedom
They cast their hopes against the wind
They’ve been praying for the new world
That may send them back again
But what is left for them
On The raft of the Medusa