Twisted Aid. #BlackLivesMatter

Band Aid – the lyrics have become increasingly painful to my ears as the years have gone by. Criticism of its lyrics and intent has not been thin on the ground. But now, as black child after black child gets gunned down by American police – it’s words are the hollow, shallow pit where white pop saviours go to drown in their good intentions.

This is my lament, as we approach Advent; and with no apologies at all to Geldof and Ure, here is my interpretation of the lyrics to Band Aid. 

It’s Christmas time

Black kids know to be afraid

It’s Christmas time

Gunfire and

Another grave

But in our world

Of whiteness

We can spread a smile of joy

Throw your arms around the world

At Christmas time.


But say a prayer

Prayer for the other ones

At Christmas time

It’s hard, when you’re having fun

There’s a world outside your window

And it’s a world of Dread And Fear

Where the water freely flowing

Is the bitter sting of tears

And the only sound you’re hearing

Are the guns that kill them now

Well tonight thank God it’s them

Instead of you


And we’ll feed the starving Africans

This Christmas time

‘Cause we’re white, we’ll save their bloody souls

And nothing else will grow, unless we say its so

Charity at Christmas time is white..


Here’s to you

Raise a glass to everyone

Here’s to you

Shot dead by the police gun

Thanking God I’m white

Instead of you


Feed the world

Who cares kids are shot this Christmas?

Feed the world

Who cares kids are shot this Christmas?



Ad nauseam…