I stopped at the lights again and he was there
Wanting help but not being "in my face"
I give him something, just a few coins going spare
He took it with purest simplicity and grace
His sign said firstname.lastname@example.org
Still has his humour, still has a smile
I couldn't walk in his shoes if my money was gone
Yet he limps along mile after mile
Outside MacDonalds she sits on her crate
Dark glasses, bandages, a broken cup
How did she get there? What was her fate?
How much bitterness did she have to sup?
She still sings her songs as the world passes by
She still has the children at home without food
I couldn't walk in her shoes, I could hardly try
Yet she carries on, she's never subdued
People today say "South Africa's free"
"Democracy's come and the future is bright"
'Heroes' turned bureaucrats dived in with glee
Corruption was wrong then, but now it's their right
They stand on their stages and raise a clenched fist
Trading past glory for fortune and gain
They once walked in old shoes, were on the 'Banned List'
But now they've forgotten how the poor feel such pain
It's time for a new way, a new struggle awaits
We have to forget the politics of greed
Again we should rise up and storm those high gates
Create a country that helps those in need
You may think I'm crazy, a blast from the past
Put your trust in the market and worship "Free Trade"
But just walk in their shoes, you'll soon be aghast
To see poverty kill you as bills wait to be paid
Such high hopes ...
But oh how we've strayed