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Some of Sierra Leone

Sierra Leone Imagine being a kid Running for your life Behind you explodes a bomb Feet splash in mud, Diamonds hidden in your teeth Rightfully yours This is your home Everything about this equation is wrong De Beers Imagine troops pushing maids carts Full of Diamonds in a glass case Your five senses breathe money Messed up childhood, it's the only love you embrace All the goats you cut to stash pouches in It's the bully, the devil coming out from within The underground tunnels, The lies you funnel Paperwork? Straighten collar Hu Hum, That doesn't exist, grin, When I walk through the mall I see jewelers and their prestigious counters I mind goes to all the kids torn from their parents Forced into drugs to stay alive How can anyone be ok with this? Blood Diamonds will live forever Too many chose ignorance. Talking to them about it All they've got is a blank stare

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 6/23/2013 7:51:00 AM
Nicely written, I seen the movie. was watching Shutter Island last night with Leo. It's hard to not think of the atrocities going on and have been going on, clothes you wear, shoes you wear, food you eat " Peta" and did I say child porn.
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Lynn Dolly
Date: 6/24/2013 5:25:00 AM
Hi Debbie, nice to meet you! Glad to know I'm not the only one that gets concerned with it.
Date: 5/1/2013 2:52:00 AM
Certainly we've lost touch with reality, when we ignore such brutality, they watch the movie, oh what a shame, hurry change the channel, time for the game, pity and indifference the new duality We have our issues now at hand, like ostriches with heads in the sand, internet, 4g phones to call, yet morals of a neanderthal, yet supply always meets demand
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The Shadowremains
Date: 5/1/2013 11:54:00 AM
I better keep quiet or condemn myself, my concern of world events, long left on the shelf, I wouldn't say I don't care, just that the emotion I can't spare, but of words I have wealth

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