The exploitation of people in Sierra Leone.
Diamond, Gold, Money
Can’t heal pain
Their apologies come from ignorance
Their lies to make us believe
Cars Clothing and shoes
Don’t tell the anguish
With their laughs come comfort
“They smile as they acknowledge you”
So, how can they speak
How can they sleep
Knowing all their wealth come from our blood.
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