Your name is Big Brother
You say that you're watching me on the tele,
Seeing me go nowhere
Your name is Big Brother
You say that you're tired of me protesting,
Children dying every day
My name is nobody
But I can't wait to see your face inside my door
Your name is Big Brother
You say that you got me all in your notebook,
Writing it down every day
Your name is I'll see ya
I'll change if you vote me in as the president of your soul
I live in the ghetto
You just come to visit me round' election time
I live in the ghetto
Someday I wll move on my feet to the other side
My name is secluded
We live in a house the size of a matchbox
Roaches live with us wall to wall
You've killed all our leaders
I don't even have to do nothin' to you
You'll cause your own country to fall.
--Stevie Wonder (1972, and still applies).
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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Thought you may like this:
http://www.pbs.org/newshour/art/blog/2011/01/for-haitian-writers-identity-is-wrapped-up-in-history-and-hope.html
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