Poverty

Everyday
I see you in the market-place
Strutting around the place
Like a king
You enslave the world
Chains of servitude
You must be conquered
No food for the palm
You follow everywhere
Even to the bedside

With deadly chains you tie
You put all income in jail
and the souls to the gallows
All the nations plead
To be released from your captivity
But the more you unleash terror
Crucifying with no mercy
Why o why?
Please go away
Let Africa live in peace