Somewhere in Africa,
Is a land they say is green.
New graves for two hundred and fourty children,
Many more before the end of the year
when starvation visits daily.
It was likely their second or third fight
but against malnutrition;
and their immunity could do no justice.
Cows are served, the masses starved!
There was suppose to be a home.
but we got lost in,
and displaced off;
the little to no comfort of a shelter and,
the feeling is gone.

Somewhere in Africa,
is a "Giant",
slowly losing grip of its members;
by forces invisible
to the authorities that be.
Revenge is of the maker,
And their responsibilities
and the arm of the law,
shortened and chained
by the powerlessness of inactivity
with a face turned the other way
And whose roof is leaking anyway?
But I weep, for the unnatural deaths
and increasing social vices
and more so, for a law and justice system
that is selectively available,
forever holding up a sword
that never really strikes.

And there are the Jokers,
suffering and smiling.
They say free education for all,
Many years in the class...