| O People!
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| In a hut made of tin and clay
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| A small boy dreams away
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| Of clean water and a meal a day
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| And not to fear mines as he plays each day
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| O People!
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| Somewhere dark and out of the way
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| AIDS has found yet another prey
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| To save his life he just couldn’t pay
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| Tell me what we’re going to do For our brothers in Durban,
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| For our sisters in Darfur,
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| Show me what we’re going to do Are we just going to sit there,
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| Nice and cowzy on our armchairs?
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| Will we not even make a prayer (2x)?
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| You might ask yourself:
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| «Why should I help these people?»
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| They’ll tell you why:
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| «We're not so different from you.
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| We have dreams just like you,
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| But they were buried with the
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| Bodies of our loved ones.»
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| O People!
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| Are we dead, dumb, and blind?
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| What is going through our minds?
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| Don’t we care for the rest of mankind?
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| O People!
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| We claim to love peace and justice
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| Why do we preach but we don’t practice?
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| Let’s help them out of this darkness
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| Tell me what we’re going to do For our brothers in Ethiopia,
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| For our sisters in Rwanda,
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| Show me what we’re going to do,
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| Are we just going to sit there
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| Nice and cozy on our armchairs?
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| Will we not even make a prayer (4x)? |