| Stephen Biko lay in shackles on a urine-sodden mattress
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| In the solitary section, he was made to lie there naked
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| Ah, ah!
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| Given nothing he could wash with, exercise was not permitted
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| Stephen Biko lay in shackles, compliments of Colonel Goosen
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Port Elizabeth the prison, South Africa the nation
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| Stephen Biko lay in shackles, though his hands and feet were swollen
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| Ah, ah!
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| In the close interrogation he was beaten like the others
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| He was put back in the shackles, compliments of Colonel Goosen
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| He was sick and he was dying, prison doctors came to see him
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| When the cops spoke to the doctors they said, Nothing much is wrong here
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| Ah, ah!
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| Just a short stay in the infirmary, then it’s back down to the shackles
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| On a urine-sodden mattress, compliments of Colonel Goosen
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| When they found him in a coma, when the man was clearly dying
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| He was naked, but they stowed him in the back of a Land Rover
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| Ah, ah!
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| Though a hospital was near by it was no part of a prison
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| So they took him to Pretoria — seven hundred fifty miles
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| There was no one on the journey who could help the man survive it
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| And the medical equipment was just one bottle of water
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| Ah, ah!
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| When they reached Pretoria prison they brought no medical records with them
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| And they said, he might be faking, it’s a hunger strike he’s staging
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Stephen Biko in Pretoria was laid down upon a mattress
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| On the stone floor of a prison, and he died his lonely death there
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| Now, the country was South Africa; |
| the victim, Stephen Biko
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| The victim, all South Africa; |
| the victim, all humanity
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| At the death of Stephen Biko
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| Ah, ah, Africa!
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| Ah, ah, Africa! |