GIVE ME HOPE, JO ANNA

Well Jo Anna she runs a country
She runs in Durban and Transvaal
She makes a few of her people happy
For she don't care about the at all

She's got a system they call Apartheid
That keeps a brother in a subjection
But maybe pressure will make Jo Anna see
How everybody could have lived as one

Oh, give me hope, Jo Anna
Hope, Jo Anna
Give me hope, Jo Anna
For the morning come
Give me hope, Jo Anna
Hope, Jo Anna
Hope before the morning come

I hear she makes all the gold and money
To buy new weapons, any shape or form
While every mother in the black Soweto fears
The killing of another son

Sneaking across of the neighbour's border
Now and again having little fun
She doesn't care if any fun of games she plays
Is dangerous to everyone

Give me hope, Jo Anna
Hope, Jo Anna
Hope before the morning come

She got supporters in higher places
Who turn their heads to the City Sun
Jo Anna gives them the fancy money call
To temp anyone who come

She even knows hotw to swing opinions
In every magazine and journal
For every bad move that did Jo Anna made
They have a good explanation

Even the preacher who works for Jesus
The archbishop who's a peaceful man
Together say that the freedom fighters will
Overcome the very strong

I don't know if you're blind, Jo Anna
If you wanna hear the sounds of drum
Can't you see that the tide is turning
Oh, don't make me wait 'til the morning come

Lyrics by Eddy Grant 1988

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