Barclay James Harvest - African Lyrics
Through the eyes of a childThere's no wrong or rightNo reason to hateNo need for a fightNo colour, no creedNo malice, no greedTill the child becomes a manGive up your freedomHand back your rightsThen change your colour nowYou're black not whiteAnd there'll never be a piece of the actionNow you're an africanForget beliefs and swallow your painYou're just a number nowAnd boy's your nameAnd you'll never get a piece of the actionNow you're a working manAfrican, asian, it's all the sameBrown, black, caucasianIt's all the sameSlave labour, working classWhat's in a name?Far left, far right, centreIt's power they craveThe politics of apartheidThe politics of shameThe cold abuse of human rightsOf torture and of painAre only part of the actionWhen you're an africanThe politics of making moreThe politics of greedThe cold abuse of povertyTo keep your labour cheapAre only part of the actionWhen you're a working manAfrican, asian, it's all the sameBrown, black, caucasianIt's all the sameSlave labour, working classWhat's in a name?Far left, far right, centreFar left, far right, centreFar left, far right, centreIt's power they craveThe politics of buying armsWhen there's no food to eatThe politics of digging goldInstead of planting seedsThe leader with his private golf courseAnd his flashy carsSits playing with his diamond wrist watchWhile the people starveThe politics of shooting downA plane that brings reliefBy fat men playing power gamesWho've got enough to eatThe politics of racial hateThe politics of warThe men who sell the guns have funWhile we all count the scoreOne, two, three, fourThousands, millionsPeople dying just to keepThem in the actionThrough the eyes of a manThere's wrong and there's rightA reason to hateThere's need for a fightThere's colour, there's creedThere's malice, there's greedWhen the child becomes a man
