They say my country is rich,
While my child was born in a hut,
They say my country is rich in minerals,
But all i see is poor workers digging in mines,
Not even one of them wearing a precious jewerlly,
They say we have cocoa plantations,
While the poor harvestors in them have never even tasted chocolate,
They say we have good leaders,
While corruption increases everyday,
We are not rich but we are making other countries rich.
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