A storm is brewing
Gusty winds of change are blowing
Pummeling the famine prone 3rd world
Uprooting the last stumps of hope
The poverty stricken 3rd world
Shakes with fear
Under the cloud of uncertainty
Below the poverty datum line
3rd world countries are being transplanted
And thrown into the pit of the 4th world
With the thin life-line about to be amputated
By the new world order
UN dissolved
WHO ruined
UNICEF broken
EU decimated
USA unrecognizable
The dark cold 4th World is among us
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