- 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.