An African Man
An African man with family in pain.
An African man whose crops fail again
They work in the field with this miserable crop.
"Please give us some water, and not just a drop."
His children are sick. Wife dying in bed.
Like the crops in the field, they will all be dead.
Please listen dear world, don't leave us behind.
We work so hard for this worthless grind.
The soldiers will come they'll kill one and all.
I fear for my family will someone, please hear my call.
The men in the west with their riches and wealth.
The men in the west care not for our health.
If our country had 'oil' in large fields off-shore
I'm sure we would live with no civil war.
The African skies can't give us our rain.
Our crops cannot grow in this dried up sad plain.
I fear for my daughters should the 'rebels' arrive.
"Will they spare my young family? will they keep us alive?
The sound of the drums call out loud and clear.
Some day we'll be free, alas not this year.
Our country is scorched by the evil we see.
Please help us dear God please set us all free.
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