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Chin Chun Chu



We were created with freedom but now we run for our lives
Because our land has been infiltrated by the people who claim to be helping us.
They mine our gold
Export our cocoa
Take our money
Rape our girls.
And we sit and watch them.
They tell us its for our good
Yet they hide behind that faded skin and lie to us.
Just because we are a little behind in technology doesn’t make us illiterates.
Our farms, they want.
Our minerals too.
They want our heads on silver platters
 And our country on less.
Yet we sit and do nothing.
We declare ourselves poor just to get into their good books.
We cut employment just to be their friends.
And we call that sustainable development.
A time is coming when we would look for our own and find no one
Because they’ve come to occupy our places.
Ching Chun Cun
We would have a faded skinned president.
A faded skinned minister.
A faded skinned ambassador.
All because of Ching Chun Chu

Dheric Da Poet
© 2015
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