3 million souls And over mud earth 3 million souls And in try times again 3 million pasts 3 million to be's 3 million reasons To handy a bored Angelino For hasty connection... liquid crystal 3 million machetes Itchy triggers and dapper daggers Funded guns and pockets full first time 3 million spills Scarlet river gutter towns Walls witness Bloody Africa so long 3 million transnationals Greed milk hands on third world Make a buck Amerika Rich collar... not their ancestors Never mind genocide global south 3 million imperialists Tame to servitude 3 million screams Muffled jungle Media care less 3 million mediums Ignore wire, write, or watch Big name news initials No newspapers... no bed time story 3 million mothers Mother in millions With fixed tear faces Write epitaph here 3 million smiles In toil uncertain Wiped murder money 3 million Congo 3 million Africa 3 million World 3 million Humyn
Reason for writing:
This poem is about a horrid civil war in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It's being fueled by greedy multinational corporations trying to get their hands on a mineral mined there called tantalum. It's used for things like cellular phones and computer chips and is pretty valuble. 3 million have died and 7 neighboring countries are now involved.
Birth sign: Taurus
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