Drowning East South Drone

My buddy's head is blown

Sucking on a bag of glue, not a cone

I'm six, war torn and fully grown

Jobless alone: my higher purpose is known

Kicked and chipped, I'm a street stone

I'm a dog sifting through trash for a bone

Humanitarian hot air imported civil warfare

For my meat's export my forest is mown

My bedroom's a free trade zone

A wild boar is drunk on the throne

Dad had a heart attack, no doctor, no phone

My sister's kidnaped in God's home

Baby needs medicine for Hepatitis

Mama can't payback the old IMF loan

Five billion voices won't be kept alone

We're uniting, rising like a cyclone

by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan

(4-16-02)