Masai na Wazungu

The Masai is not afraid of anything.
He wears red clothing and laughs when Amanda sings
a song from her childhood memories
as we walk to the village past the jasmine trees.

://She sings "kichwa chini, matako juu"
and the children in the village shout to the wazungu://

The Masai is not afraid of anything.
His sandals are made from tyres and string.
He will guard us from the dangers we pass
on our walk after swahili class.

://And Mama Ruti's chai dawa medicine tea
will fix anything that's wrong with me://

But flies might lay eggs under my skin.
Mosquitos with malaria are trying to get in.
Frogs climb out of the shower drain.
Mosquito bites are swelling and causing me pain.

://But we are protected both Amanda and me
By the Masai and Mama Ruti's tea://

Our friend the Masai does not feel fear.
He has killed a lion by himself with a spear.
We meet a woman in the village and say "Shikamoo Mama!"
She invites us in and says "Karibu sana!"

://We laugh and sing about the ducks, Masai na wazungu,
we sing "kichwa chini, matako juu"://

Citizen of the Earth

I'd rather see all the misery,
poverty, diseases and fear.
See people die, ask questions why,
and cry for months and years

Than live blissfully unaware,
ignorant without a care,
selfish to the bone,
not sheading a tear for the unknown

And I'd rather speak without anyone listening
than be quiet about what I've seen.
And I'd rather work hard for the things I believe in
and live with a conscience that's clean.

I'd rather give away my passport,
Become a citizen of the earth.
Nationality should mean nothing,
cause we all have equal worth.

I don't care if you say that tears are a waste;
I am still gonna cry.
I don't care if you say these things are impossible;
I am still gonna try.

You may say we're too used to our luxery,
that it's impossible to change our ways.
And that others are used to their poverty,
dealing with the problems they face.

But don't you dare think that you
deserve more than others do.
It's just a matter of luck
where you're born and where you're stuck

Wealth distribution
is a corrupt and unfair game.
where greed and power decides
and the results are always the same.

It's not skills or worth or what you choose,
cause we cheated and changed the rules
and stole their resources and their tools
so North will always win and south will loose.

I don't care if you say that tears are a waste;
I am still gonna cry.
I don't care if you say these things are impossible;
I am still gonna try.

Cause I can no longer live like I used to,
now that my eyes are open wide.
And I can not be completely at peace
until I know I have tried

To change the unfair game rules,
to give back resources and tools,
get the leaders to speak clearly,
and apologise cincerely

stop the selfish exploitation
of the southern nations.
Stop the increasing northern wealth,
secure education and health

for everybody everywhere,
stop the suffering and despair.
Cause there's enough for everyone
if we just learn to share.

I don't care if you say that tears are a waste;
I am still gonna cry.
I don't care if you say these things are impossible;
I am still gonna try.