In this world where only the soul-less thrive,
they know not, what it is to be alive,
all these pirates sailing the seas,
are simply the child of third world poverty,
but it seems the world is blind to see,
it stems from pollution of oil companies,
when they started drilling, others were bunking,
but no-one stop to think how many they were killing,
all the rivers now black as night,
and this is what these people have to fight,
the oil companies continue to destroy their livelihood,
and it all started because they could.
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