(Barry Kerr)
Feed us with your left hand
Starve us with your right
I will lie in a cold tent
While you are warm tonight
While we watch the same sunset
And the same stars fall
We have nothing
You have it all
As the march moves on
We've nowhere left to turn
Fighting to survive
While waiting for the snow
We curse the dusty mountains
The aching desert storm
Hear our children crying
Hungry in the morn
Their feast lies not in this world
But in another place
So stand up and listen
Take the smile from your face
As the march moves on
We've nowhere left to turn
Fighting to survive
While waiting for the snow
Our fate lies in your hands
While your world looks on
Politicians squirm about
Wondering what's gone wrong
Millions taking to the roads
It's happened yet again
I say now is the time
Come on now is the time
Now is the time to heal the pain
