Title: Sierra Leone Post by: Kateb_nuri on July 14, 2005, 12:05:58 PM By Kateb Nuri Shunnar Brutal, bash Brutal, clash Ten long years of Flaming wars Whose only victims have been civilians, and their children Fighting and dying for the precious gemstones we call diamond In this game of chess the rich Europeans play native rivals as pawns with intent On gaining control of that gem that is more beautiful then silver and gold By setting up economic exclusion zones Which leaves the meadows wide open for a mafia-like variance For the love of the riches Of a beautiful diamond Children are dying, lying in the streets Cold In rivers of blood All because of GREED!!! The lust of wealth Let the devil out And now death rains down Like torrential storms On Sierra Leone Diamond mines align with mines Rebels align the plains Looking to regain the riches for their own Children dying, lying in the streets Cold In rivers of blood All because of GREED!!! Children born with eyes of fire And loaded guns Destin to burn their enemies like comets making their way to the Sun Brutal, bash Brutal, clash Ten long years of Flaming wars Cause of love My pen hits paper and I send my prayers up for the people of Sierra Leone I refuse to let this struggle hide and go unknown The world must know what is going on But nevertheless, the streets of America hoods have become Little Sierra Leone’s Our government uses us as pawns And now our children roam the streets with guns Instead of mines lined with mines Our schools are loaded with drugs and guns And the Devil’s little brother Aids are adopting Our mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, sisters, brothers and little boys and girls So now we have become his son’s and daughters to him and his wife and children illness and infectious diseases. In this game of war we have become the spoils with no where to run So we turn on each other and curse each other to death By means of drugs envy, greed, lust and hatred We’re lost in the social, finical and economical matrix Wondering how we gone make it Wondering how long we can take it By not doing nothing To prevent us from drowning in the floods Of the dragon who lies at our feet |