I tell you
Oh! I tell you!
There is NO gun factory in Afrika...
One dollar a day is a luxury for many
I cannot speak about the proper
Health care and educational facilities…
I often but wonder therefore
How every nameless rebel force
Crawling out of some bush
Comes fully furnished
With ‘First World’ state machinery…
At sixteen
Can’t read or write
But
Sure can pull the trigger
The trigger to break all the mirrors
The mirrors, where the enemy hides…
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