Your Right Or Your Doom
Your right or your Doom
Are we meant to be
Treated this way
Just to survive is now
A war
Gradually our hopes
Are turning hopeless
Our jobs are slowing dying
If not dead
They all blame the virus
While the rich get richer
The poor slowly dies
In a depression they never cursed
It a deep world isn't it
If not
is not funny
Any more
To see how the world dies
Right in front of our view
And we remain helpless
Even when we got a chance
Of change in Africa and beyond
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