Kikwit Town - Michael McDonald

From a house comes the sound of an infant crying

People stand and stare at the door

They dare not go in

Where a child lies sobbing beside a lifeless body

Trying in vain to awaken the mother within

This chain of death has so many faces

From the frightened man to the pitiful child

Where is our deliverance here?

Will this not pass over?

I won’t go back to Kikwit Town

I won’t go back

I won’t go back to Kikwit Town

I won’t go back

They would not give us my father’s body

The men in orange suits started gathering 'round

They asked the names of all who live here

As they threw him down in hole and burned his house down

What have we done to deserve this?

God’s wrath has surely come

He lets the devil walk among us

He lets death into our homes

Where is our deliverance here

From this demon loosed upon us?

Is it not enough we live in this squalor?

Is it not enough these sacrifices we make?

Are we not entitled to some mercy

On this short journey we take?

They said come down and answer all our questions

It’s best for all if I turn myself in

But I know as sure as I walk through that hospital door

I will never see daylight again

What have we done to deserve this?

God’s wrath has surely come

He lets the devil walk among us

He lets death into our homes

Where is our deliverance here

From this demon loosed upon us?