Sgt Pepper Mama Africa
This is my Sgt Pepper Song
The 1 that never got on
Because this was not a Pop Song
More a delve into the truth a mirror of reality
Take a Drive with Me
And in less than an hour
This is what you will see
Amarulla Fruit covered in Beatles and buzzing Flies
Being sold in battered Old 1.5L Plastic Coke Bottles
By native women with babies strapped to there back
Anything for a Shilling or a Dime
Under African Sky
Burnt Red Sand under Bare Foot
Where the children while the days away
Yet
Some see poverty
Some cry slaves
Because they cannot comprehend
They measure not happiness
In terms of acquiring things
But take refuge rather in the simple things
A long walk to frreedom drinking water
And a Plot called Home
with a Corrugated Shack upon it
And nothing but Love
To reside within it
But ask a question
Speak no lies
Ask me if I wished to swap
My pampered life with 1 of them
Honestly I would have to reply
Sadly
No
Because selfish is
As selfish be
The Rich live Poor
And the Poor Die Happy
Bound by a communal sense of Electricity
That cuts through condescending patronizing sympathy
And unwarranted Charity
That in Reality
Only makes the Giver feel Better
And the Receiver a Debtor
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