Written by Peter Hicks and Geoff Francis.
They call you a coon or a kaffir
And they say you can't do this or that;
They lock you in prison and
Torment and torture you because you are black;
They tell you to get up, move on
Keep going, we don't want you here,
While they promise that one day they'll change it
Just like they've been saying for years.
For this is apartheid, it's politics,
Born out of hatred and greed,
Dehumanise, brutalise, terrorise,
Laugh at the people you bleed;
But evil's much harder to see
When it's uncomfortably near -
It's wrong in South Africa, but it seems
That there's nothing wrong here.
They make you a second class citizen
In this place that you know as your own,
They steal all your land and they strip you
Of rights and they say it's their home,
In hospitals, schools, in the workplace
You're put at the back of the queue,
'Cos they just can't afford to be
Concerned with people like you.
For this is apartheid, it's politics,
Born out of hatred and greed,
Dehumanise, brutalise, terrorise,
Laugh at the people you bleed;
But evil's much harder to see
When it's uncomfortably near -
It's wrong in South Africa, but it seems
That there's nothing wrong here.
They expect you to beg and to grovel
An' accept that what's right is what's wrong;
Get back in the gutter, black fellah
Don't you know that it's where you belong,
An' if you're good and you do as you're told
An' you don't ever question your place,
Then they'll throw you some scraps and they'll smile
While they're putting the boot in your face.
For this is apartheid, it's politics
Born out of hatred and greed,
Dehumanise, brutalise, terrorise,
Laugh at the people you bleed;
But evil's much harder to see
When it's uncomfortably near -
It's wrong in South Africa, but it seems
That there's nothing wrong here.
And they say you can't do this or that;
They lock you in prison and
Torment and torture you because you are black;
They tell you to get up, move on
Keep going, we don't want you here,
While they promise that one day they'll change it
Just like they've been saying for years.
For this is apartheid, it's politics,
Born out of hatred and greed,
Dehumanise, brutalise, terrorise,
Laugh at the people you bleed;
But evil's much harder to see
When it's uncomfortably near -
It's wrong in South Africa, but it seems
That there's nothing wrong here.
They make you a second class citizen
In this place that you know as your own,
They steal all your land and they strip you
Of rights and they say it's their home,
In hospitals, schools, in the workplace
You're put at the back of the queue,
'Cos they just can't afford to be
Concerned with people like you.
For this is apartheid, it's politics,
Born out of hatred and greed,
Dehumanise, brutalise, terrorise,
Laugh at the people you bleed;
But evil's much harder to see
When it's uncomfortably near -
It's wrong in South Africa, but it seems
That there's nothing wrong here.
They expect you to beg and to grovel
An' accept that what's right is what's wrong;
Get back in the gutter, black fellah
Don't you know that it's where you belong,
An' if you're good and you do as you're told
An' you don't ever question your place,
Then they'll throw you some scraps and they'll smile
While they're putting the boot in your face.
For this is apartheid, it's politics
Born out of hatred and greed,
Dehumanise, brutalise, terrorise,
Laugh at the people you bleed;
But evil's much harder to see
When it's uncomfortably near -
It's wrong in South Africa, but it seems
That there's nothing wrong here.
envoyé par Marcia - 25/6/2008 - 10:15
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