(On Resource Exploitation & Economic Dependency)

Black rivers carve the earth in streams,
Yet wealth still drowns in empty dreams.
The oil flows thick, the diamonds shine,
Yet hunger rots the nation’s spine.

The barrels turn, the towers rise,
Yet none can drink from poisoned skies.
The wealth they praise, the lands they drain,
Are dripping gold yet steeped in pain.

The wells run deep, the mines are vast,
Yet every gain is fading fast.
For wealth that’s built on greed alone,
Will never serve, will never own.

The leaders feast, the people wait,
Yet poverty still lines the state.
A country rich, yet poor as bone,
Where money speaks but hearts have none.

The land once free, now wears the chains,
Of foreign hands, of foreign gains.
Yet even gold will one day rust,
And greed will crumble into dust.

For wealth must flow where justice grows,
Not only where corruption sows.
A land that feeds itself can stand,
But one that bleeds will lose its hand.

So let the oil run clear at last,
Not curse the land, not chain the past.
Let riches serve, not steal, not blind,
And free the wealth for all mankind.