In Another Country Poem by Vision Ghost

I fell down so hard, just a few miles from the food hall
Weakened legs buckled, from when I’d stand up so tall
Before my mother died, slowly of a thing called AIDS
Positive too, but I’m far too hungry for government aids

Not sure which hurts more, the loss, the hunger, death?
Would walk for 16 miles, for a meal before final breath
Never ever heard of a thing called G8, is that a campsite?
Where they will feed for one meal, and ignore my plight

I am the last of my village, as even god has deserted me
So I stagger on to somewhere, so maybe I can be so free
Of civil war and atrocities, when they murdered by father
Hacked to pieces by machetes, in amongst their laughter

They made me watch, as they raped my dying mother too
Then they turned their attention, to beat me black and blue
So I walk with my broken ankle, and dislocated shoulder
I am too dehydrated for tears, as I search for hope in ether

Lonely as all my friends, are dead and my sister is missing
Still I try on, as much as my feet are burnt and blistering
Under the unrelenting sun, that turned my crops to sticks
And parched the soil, before the starving death clock ticks

Wish I was American, obese, unattractive and unrepentant
Wish I was the British, stuck up, happy and so ignorant
Wish I the French, with ever always a reason to complain
So many great nations, and yet I can’t even escape the pain

Can I even take another step, to fill my burning stomach?
Can I seek the strength so, in my broken body to rise up?
I know that if I don’t do so, not one else will ever bother
As my plight is ignored, as I am dying in another country