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A little rain falls and dried up stains of blood are washed away
Gunshot rings out and we turn up our music
Shouts of rape and we pretend not to hear it
Life goes on its just another idle child life gone
Politics is the order of the day again till we get a little wake up call
What can you hear or see? When your car class is tinted so darkly
People call out for justice but nothing is done another police man just fire his gun
Then you hear of vision 2030
Ain't nothing wrong with a little hope 
But who will be left here if every other day another child life is taken away
How can you comfort a mother whose child was just killed by the police
How can you comfort a class of students whose teacher was chopped to death on our streets

What about the plan for today?
We can't read lips open up your mouth and let the people know what your about
A leader with no voice?
What good can that do for us?
Poverty is still with us, crime ever present,corruption never leaves us yet nothing is said or done
Comfortable our leaders sleep at night on pillows filled with their empty promises
The tears in the children eyes does nothing to their hearts
What hearts perhaps it has left them
A 14 year old is left to be the man of the house has his father as been missing for years
No education he has so he takes up th gun
The cycle continues the start of another don man

With no dreams for the future
Our children walk by
Sex is a word used more than love and happiness
Grown men watch the little girls from they start to walk
That little gift well wrapped up a treasure for the love of her heart
He invades her body and robs her of it 
Then he rushes home to his wife and kids
When will a change come about for country we call the best
With so many  good things to show the world
Why not start with a little love in out hearts.













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