Hell On Earth Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

I live on the hottest, yet coldest part of the earth,
Where the fate of people is known even before their birth;
Where there is no food and little water to drink;
Where the people are too frustrated to think
About the past or future, or morality or science;
Where the leaders do not appear to have a conscience;
Where thousands die in battle for one to reign,
Where the blood of the innocent pours as rain;
Where women and children are better off dead;
Where the colour of drinking water is red;
Where the few rich exploit the numerous poor;
Where religious figures are hardly pure;
Where the hearts of men are filled with greed;
Where mental slavery is a cherished creed;
Where weapons are purchased while children starve;
Where sculptors drink wine while children carve;
Where the laws of the land do not affect the rich,
But find ways to dump the less-privileged in a ditch;
Where the thumbs of the people exist for nothing;
Where the backs of the people exist for something;
Where people find it so difficult to sleep;
Where people find it so easy to weep;
Where every deadly disease feels at home;
Where a whisper gets quicker response than a drone;
Where hearts speak out loud but mouths seethe;
Where there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth.