Phil Collins

Deep inside the border
Children are crying
Fighting for food
Holding their heads
Breaking their bread with a stone
All along the roadside
people are standing
watching the sun
shielding their eyes
Brushing the flies from their face
Tell me, what can you say
Tell me, who do you blame
Like a mirror you see yourself
These people each have a name
All around the township
Young men are dying
(of) hunger and thirst
The well has run dry
The tears from her eye feeds her son
Tell me...
You can say you're pulling back
We see the pictures everywhere
But what we don't see is what's
Going on behind the closed doors
And you don't seem to care
Do you expect me to believe you
How can you really think