In Africa, South Africa, inhabitants bend low
and run indoors for safety from the pelting rain
but after the turn-off the sun shines down again
and we forget the trauma of sodden outerwear.
In Africa, South Africa, we simply must forget
for remembrances produce a long-term problem
and it costs everyone about twenty-years of life
when empathy in full swing slashes at a heart.
In Africa, South Africa, there are broken down trucks
and the traffic lights are out when energy is shed
but when the local commentator says to turn around
there is plain and simply nowhere else to go.
In Africa, South Africa, we’ve got the bigger things
like crime escalation and credit providers
but when we talk retirement we look at the crossroads
in the distance small with non-existent signs.
It’s a land of milk and honey; everyone is milked
and the honey bottled lest we become too sweet
but everything is charged at current standard rates
and we pay, pay, pay, to help the people pray!