Ter
gelegenheid van 64e verjaardag van de Wereldbank, 22 juli 2008
WHEN
I'M SIXTY-FOUR
(WorldBank to
their critics)
Now
I am older losing my care,
Many years by now.
Will you still
be organising picket lines
Privatisations - oil, gas and mines.
If I'd been out to cut all your trees
Would you kick the
door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
Now I'm
sixty-four.
Ooo-ooooh
You'll be bolder too,
And if
you save the world,
I could die for you.
I have been
lending, blowing your fuse
Then your lights have gone.
You
could treat your patients by the candlelight
Every morning
another one died
Drilling the deltas, digging the gold,
Who
could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed
me,
Now I'm sixty-four.
Every contract we will keep you
hostage,
Force to privatise - if it's not too dear
You shall
scrimp and save
Grandchildren on their knees
Waiting for the
grave
Send me a postcard, petition online,
Stating point
of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours
sincerely, wasting away
Give me your actions, fill in a form
Sign for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed
me,
Now I'm sixty-four.