On the darkest continent.
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On the darkest continent
a fabled land of yore
the eyes of the world pass over
believing in the lore.
Tarzan and Sheena we all know
but not the truth of death
where forced by greed and tyranny
there’s really no hope left.
They fight to gain their freedom
some fight to keep them enslaved
the fools who search for shiny things
know not what they’ve betrayed.
The fertile crescent rests here
the place where life began
a barren land of rock and stone
with history and riches in the sand.
The fighting is like always
we cry at their telecast pain
never really noticing
we’re part of the insane.
At first the title seemed a little hmmm hot sadly i see it is about the middle east. Ah well its a good write anyways even if i was disappointed after the title promised more 
excellent as usual bigpapa
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