A Poets Roar
As we sit getting drunk at the bar
In a remote place like Darfur
People are dying who are not drunk
As their villages are raped till they are sunk
When is the time for change
Is Darfur really that strange
Are they human like us
They are but what do they lust
Lust for that American dream
To be famous and to be seen
Or do they lust for freedom
From torture of the elites wisdom
Please stop the tragedy of my time
We only have one life to ride
Its time to stop the war
Fore this lion is starting to roar
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
As we sit getting drunk at the bar
In a remote place like Darfur
People are dying who are not drunk
As their villages are raped till they are sunk
When is the time for change
Is Darfur really that strange
Are they human like us
They are but what do they lust
Lust for that American dream
To be famous and to be seen
Or do they lust for freedom
From torture of the elites wisdom
Please stop the tragedy of my time
We only have one life to ride
Its time to stop the war
Fore this lion is starting to roar
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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