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Bring Back Our Money
Yesterday Somewhere in Monrovia Shining stars dropped off the skies They wore a beaming smile Brandishing their pockets and lifestyles Somewhere in Monrovia A container was sexually abused Darkness crawled through her eyes And her legs were thrown apart by government officials Bought duplexes with stolen funds Drove the latest cars Ate from best-known restaurants Left the masses to struggle against crumbling walls Somewhere in Monrovia Yana boys and girls screamed Crying, chanting and grieving While they held pieces of our country's future Modern and ancient thieves Bootlickers and ill-fated beings Mental retarded first-class animals Embraced corruption as a way of life Somewhere in Monrovia We walked through the principal streets Raised battle-cries and war songs But they served us with torments and abject poverty Bring back our money Yet, with the high pitch of our voices It seemed so low to their outer, middle and inner ears We now live with faded hopes and broken dreams
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