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.
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