Observer

Mother Africa walking along with Stephen Lewis
The dancers are dancing towards the camera
Hips moving real fast

A young woman in a school uniform
Is singing in front of the choir
Singing a song perhaps she wrote
For this occasion this television opportunity
Make no mistake it's directed at you and me.

She sings, "Why me, why him, why her?
Why me, why him, why her?"

But the real question underlies the theme.
We know you have the drugs
You keep them under lock and key
In the west away from us.
And you choose who lives and dies.
Why him, why her, why me?
Why her, why him, and why do you choose?"

Mother Africa takes off her large lens glasses
And wipes her eyes
Stephen Lewis doesn't look he's going to cry.
He takes the message back
Back to where it's heard.

Why me, why him, why her?
You choose who lives and dies.
Why do you choose who lives,
Who dies?

Who dies?