I can see them
Dancing in their fancy clothes
On the amputated arms and legs
That built their country
An unimaginable pain
Impossible to understand
By someone like me
The rich and prosperous
The westerners and the UN
With the help of media
Publish propaganda which we –
Arrogant and naïve –
Believe
And think our government is honest
Purely because it’s stable
And most won’t even be able
To locate Sierra Leone
Or Rwanda
In the index of an atlas
And this stupidity of
The age of unnecessity
And overflow of emotionless objects
Slowly kills me
And one finger after another
I feel those masters of the third world
Hack and saw them off
But they’ll never get my spirit
And my heart
And these words will resound:
Down with lies and hatred
Down with money and policy
Down with exploitation and death
Now feel my love reach out to you