Silently he stands and stares
To the pigeons and doves his soul he bares
If he could talk he would
Although he tries he is still misunderstood
They came and threw him with paint
He took it stoically without complaint
His heart of bronze now really sad
Things in his beloved country are now truly bad
Though he tries to understand
Is this rampant destruction all that they planned
So many seasons have passed
But it seems hatred is all that will last
He had hoped for so much more
But in Africa there is only suffering and war
There is no wrong or right
Only who is to blame for the fight
Cecil Rhodes has had his turn
Now Oom Paul it seems must burn
When the broken pieces of bronze are swept away
You will have only each other left to betray
If you love me why not come say good morning
If you hate me then see me as a warning
All this random destruction
Is just holding you back it is your self-made obstruction