I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don’t exist
Nobody knows me but I’m always there
A statistic a reminder of a world that doesn’t care.
My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair
My eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare
I’m a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime
I’m the child that never learns to read
‘cus no one’s spared the time.
Refrain
I’m the murderer the victim I’m licensed with a gun
I’m a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums
I’m a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease
I’m another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees.
Refrain
I’m a starving third-world mother I’m a refugee without a home
I’m a housewife hooked on valium I’m a pensioner alone
I’m a cancer ridden spectre that’s covering the earth
I’m another hungry baby I’m an accident of birth.