Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Black Boys on Mopeds

I heard this song for the first time ever today, and it made such an impression on me. Especially since it is, unfortunately, still actual.
We have to stop judging other countries and look inwards, we are on a painful path of self destruction; the west is not the Valhalla we think it to be.

Let these words sink in...

Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her

I've said this before now
You said I was childish and you'll say it now
"Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you"

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving

Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was "please"

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
"Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you"

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n14lwdpYkAA

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