- a country burning -

there are no more blossoms on the jacaranda
lining streets safe for children to meander;
no more merchants with face full smiles
greeting friends who came from miles.

once the breadbasket of african grain
now its flourishing fields lay dead in vain
for a careless man rooted in selfish pride
with only dirty intentions for him to hide

from a land of song and children's hope;
where the lion cub drank with the antelope,
it oil riches was its food to share
but what is that for the world to care?

as a despot sucks the marrow dry
and murders anyone who dares to cry;
leaving the living buried with trepidation;
burning a beautiful country with starvation.