They call you mister steve biko now you’re dead
And though your death
May leave them cold, may leave them cold
They who tormented you when you were alive
Call you mister steve biko now you’re dead
So many garlands others have placed
Around your neck, around your neck
You’ve been given coverage
The size of a rugby field
Now you are dead, but you’re dead
The best advocate in the land
Was your voice, was your voice
And what does it matter what was said
At an inquest the best advocates in the land
May speak for the dead, but they’re dead
They call you mister steve biko now you’re dead
And though your death
May leave them cold, may leave them cold
They who tormented you when you were alive
Call you mister steve biko now you’re dead.
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