Lostworld

Like a witness to a crime , l have to testify

Here is my deposition. I wrote it down one night on a plane flight home from AFRICA.

From Asia, from Latin America, from Europe, from America

It is ruthless and prejudice. It hates everyone with life. 

It devours dignity and steals all self worth, 

It wraps itself in violence, murder and strife

It is the storm that never ends. The pain that will not cease. 

It kills confidence and hijacks the future 

It leaves in its wake heartache, defeat and despair 

Everyone within reach, It rapes, abuses and robs without a care

It turns color into gray, laughter into tears  

It takes your souls nourishment and feeds all your fears

All that is good, It twists, it deforms, mangles, pollutes and corrupts

It enslaves, it deceives offering freedom in dope, making addicts of children with no way to cope

Its name is poverty, 

but our name is Hope