T - Stiff Upper Lip (The Charity Rag)

STIFF UPPER LIP (THE CHARITY RAG)

People die, and that's a fact.
There goes another nation.
Rwandan refugees are not
as vital as inflation.
I'm very, very sorry.
But it doesn't happen here.
Massacres and mayhem
are not the things I fear.
Born a Brit in Britain,
a Brit of British birth,
I'm a citizen of Britain,
not a citizen of earth.
My morals are my business.
My geography is vague.
I'd rather watch my spending
than the latest Afroplague.
The thought of starving millions,
the sadness that engenders,
stay in my mind no longer
than the previous night's Eastenders.
I know nothing of Rwanda.
I've no Rwandan friends.
I'll just keep a watching brief
until your struggling ends.
Please understand. It's hopeless.
I'd help you if I could.
If I could save just one of you,
don't you think I would?
Money? What's the use of that?
I know that by and by,
this thing will end without me.
It's a fact that people die.