You speak of clean water everyday,
But, come and see the colour of the waters in Africa;
And, the poor people are ready to drink any kind of water available to them.
In Africa,
With the survival of the fitters;
Come and see where a worker is paid less than a Dollar a day,
To make ends meet in the heat of Africa.
let the African Governments draw out their pans for you to see,
Before you back them up with loans and grants;
Then, you will understand where the money goes!
With street children here and there.
The struggle of life,
In Africa!
Paid less than a Dollar a day;
For survival! !
And, to make ends meet when, there are Governments ruling over us in Afirca.
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