What will you be
Will there be Rain
Will there be green tomorrow?
Oh Sonny, grow up quickly
Daughter, crawl out of your dreams
This world is changing too fast
And taking all the fun along with it.
Greedy men with shiny bellies
Those vultures poison all eagles
And make omelette with their precious eggs.
Dreams squandered by the empty headed.
Will there be tomorrow?
Babies drink cow urine.
Walking skeletons everywhere
Shrouds of shame and hunger engulf them
As their tears drop on rich, dry soil.
Oh Africa why?
See your rich farting gold dust
Whilst your precious poor perish.
Is there a God up in the sky?
Will He be judge tomorrow?
Break her chains
And let Conscience out
We can’t be that dead
To all of this.
And it gets worse…