The Fountain
The bottomless pit of wealth attraction
The beginning of our destruction
The supposed source wealth turned source of death
On our soil they shed their bloods in the name of pursuing strategic interest
How and what we feel is none of their interest
Our leaders they will not allow to rest
It is either you grant their interest
Or you become an enemy of the west
Those that call their bluff are called terrorist
Their blood they use to paint our street
A lot of us, from our homes we are far away
Millions of barrels they daily pull away
In return giving us money for sweet
And what sin did we sin?
We are in possession of the fountain.
©ABSOL
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