The Sun Casts Its Fierce Eye

The sun casts its fierce eye
On the swarthy lad
Out in the fields
Where might is right.

Might is right
In the African jungle
In the tyranny of armed overlords
The toughest rules.

The toughest rules
In a lawless state
Democracy thrown out the window
The winner takes it all.

The winner takes it all
In the battle for supremacy
The poor are further deprived
The rich keep getting richer.
Friday, July 14, 2006
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