Slave to the world, to the land and to the nation,
born into disease, without provocation.
The sadness infests, it ain't dysentery,
there's no end for the war, in this century.
Surrender to the violence, they call it motion,
this land got water- tears of the ocean.
Poverty, sovereignty, the devotional legacy,
stirring up the past of emotional ecstasy.
The tale of the man, he's standing next to me,
the world looks at him and says, "hey you're dead to me".
The anger and frustration, it's a burden to bear,
that's the toll for life, but see life isn't fair.
The chemical imbalances, can be blamed for war,
but it is our values that truly determine our core.
They say carbon is the basis for all life forms,
what is the basis of societal norms?
Third world countries still face a hunger fight,
we examine third world planets, like that's our plight.
The innocent in cells, it's always the night,
we're upset when we lose an hour of light.
They climb trees for coconuts, that's their height,
we're higher up, because we can afford the flight.
They don't have doctors, so they lose their sight,
we buy contacts, so we look alright.
The rich of the poor, they play with a kite,
we need music and movies, for us to feel right.
Backed in a corner, their situation is tight,
do we care? "if it's here, we might"
People starve and go on hunger strikes,
do we care? "how many facebook likes?"
To explain this scientifically, let me go by the book,
then maybe these people, will take a good look.
See biologically speaking, we are all related,
the land was populated, when our ancestors mated.
See when humans were created, DNA had genes,
so chemically it says we all came from the queens.
Our walk is the same, we move physically,
our motion is the science of physics typically.
We are the same species, we appear the same,
society shouldn't look at colour and name.
The world is a chess board, but this isn't a game,
checkmating the pawns, doesn't make for fair game.
We are oblivious, that is neglect,
we're all wrong and that's what's truly correct.
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