Welcoming the silence that swallows the night
On the blood red sand of Africa
In the jungle a humming of little lives that burn bright
In the palms and the rivers of paradise.
While the wildlife sleeps on and the rivers run calm
The guns and the cities run riot
Blazes from rooftops and flames from the bones
On the blood red sand of Africa.
In the dirt and the sweat and the ground that they stand
Are Pink diamonds that glint in their eyes
And a ring on a finger, that costs an arm and a leg
from the blood red sand costing African lives.
