Gifts and Telegrams

Small wooden building
On a road in the middle of nowhere;
Trees catch fire, quite close by
The sun bleaches your bones
Cattle grazing, cattle bells ring
The sound of choirs gathering
Their teaching everyone
To sing along
With queen victoria’s hymns of praise
Small wooden building
Where another one recieves the cane
Another one can’t add 2 and 2, yet
Another one can’t quite spell his name
The missionary laughs;
Some children laugh
Some children cry
They run along, behind his moped
Whistling and waving him goodbye
Goodbye.goodbye.goodbye…
Large concrete building, now
We send them more incentives
We send them gifts, and telegrams
Saying 'do come to england'
We’ll meet you at the airport
We’ll greet you at the quay
With promise of a job, a house
Food and education