Its simple, get that wire and put it there and then KABOOM...we blast off, nice isn't it?

Only one thing unites your world with mine, war
For you it may be a thousand miles away
For me it’s just a few meters way
You awake to the sounds of birds
I awake to sounds of bullets and artillery

You can walk your streets and easily get food
My deadly walk for food maybe be my last
As your country enjoys a relative peace
My country fights for land, religion and food
I live in a place you could never survive

Your world is called the first, mine is labelled the third
You lifestyle bears a cost on my world, resources.
Your world allows you to become richer and enjoy peace
My world is war torn, ravaged with famines and bloodshed
You use my world to advance your own and grow richer

My world is littered with yours bombs of peace
My people fight in wars you have caused for your security
My people die from famines caused by your industries
My people problems will grow as your greed for money grows
This is Afrika the world you used and destroyed to build yours.

i can't explain anything to you...i just need to die for you to understand

I shudder and I cry
But why do my tears fall?
I’ve lost something and I feel it
It haunts me
Its leaves me feeling incomplete

Why do I always feel like this?
Why do I feel as if I lost a loved one?
Why does it feel as I have lost her?
Who is she and why do I miss her?
An answer that can never be found

A year or century may pass
But this feeling will always remain
Until I understand my heart my mind
I will never know what I have truly lost
And forever I will search for the answer