SITTING ALONE THINKING
Lately I have more than once / Found myself sitting alone,
thinking / Not that I have such a lot of time / Just to sit and think – / I'm a busy woman with a heavy schedule / I have to try and keep up / With the fast world around me / But then
somehow it happens / Right in the middle of all the hustle and bustle / Everything just stops / And I find myself sitting alone,
thinking / Would Mr President be a better man I If he had a womb and breasts full of milk?
/ Would he be impressed by the number of children jailed / All in the name of peace, law and order / If he had just one ten-year-old in jail?
/ Would the smell of tear-gas and bloody bullet wounds / Be so appetising as to bring / That familiar smile to the President's face / If he had a womb and breasts full of milk?
/ All the visions come up to me / When I'm sitting alone thinking / Thinking of my very best friend / As she sits in a jail cell / Longing for her little baby / Her painful breasts full of milk