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