South Africa

The black I have seen as he toils in the sun Working all day he goes on and on The sweat from his body runs to the ground Scared of the boss man he utters no sound Working for pennies the boss man so mean No fat does he carry his body so lean And what of his children how do they live Begging the white man for what he will give A few pennies more to pay for their bread But too late for the some the ones that are dead Buried in holes more will soon take their place And what of the white man no one sees his disgrace And if we do nothing but watch as they die Remember Zimbabwe we will pay with our lives.