The world does not see
Our black sisters
Our black sons
Dying in the land of famine.
Being blinded by the god called mammon,
The world does not see
The world does not face
Our black sisters
Our black sons
Swollen profit trumping sunken skin
“What in the end does the Market win?”
The world does not face
The world does not stop
Our black sisters
Our black sons
Dying in the desert sun
Their grief is never done
The world does not stop
The world cannot leave
Our sisters
Our sons
For we are weaved into One
Together may we come
And see hungers effects undone
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