Poverty is a blackhole
Centered in the middle of Africa
Spinning out of control
Ravaging the highlands of Ethiopia
And the great rift valleys of East Africa
Exposing a land full of corruption
And a bunch of misfits in high places
Ruling over Kingdoms full of hungry faces
Poverty roams the African plains
From the dunes of the Kalahari desert
To the grasslands of the Masai Mara
Soaring far above the African sky
In a daylight show of domination
A brutal dictatorship reigns in Africa
Poverty is a monster from hell
Dressed in a coat of fury and a pair of sunglasses
Red eyes and steam oozing nostrils
It has an appetite for young African children
Tender and juicy little souls
Gorged at breakfast, lunch and dinner
Baked into small little pancakes
Roasted on hot charcoal fire
And sliced into pieces of Apple pie
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