From: andronicus451@gmail.com   
      
   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   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)