No words
Its lead materials
Or negotiations
And, cut, are the deals
Winks, happiness, bulging pockets
Subjects malnourished
Voices lost, a plight ignored
This is Africa
Eat, it is your turn, it is Africa!
Evil melodica
Malnourished children of Turkana
Dead mother, they suckled!
Tears, tears, tears
Wipe them,
Vagabonds in power
Sang Fela Kuti.
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