Out there on the plains of somalia

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Out there on the plains of Somalia a young woman on the

ground lay
Her three babies have died of the hunger and death from her

not far away
For weeks on end she has been starving in a land for years

ravaged by drought
And Mr big in his ferrari with his wife is driving about.

Out there on the plains of Somalia the sun baked earth is

cracked and dry
And it has'nt rained for six months there and sun blazing

in the blue sky
And poor woman dying of starvation lay huddled listless on

the ground
And flies who smell death in their millions above her keep

buzzing around

And Mr big and his wife in a posh restaurant with their

wealthy mates are out to

dine
One hundred dollars a plate for dinner and two hundred for

a bottle of wine
Whilst out on the plains of Somalia the vultures circle in

the sky
The smell of death is in their nostrils as they wait for a

woman to die.

Out there on the plains of Somalia the river bed dry as a

bone
And a young woman dying of thirst and hunger she's even too

weak for to moan
And Mr big and his wife and two children are having a great

holiday
In a high class resort by the ocean six thousand for two

weeks he pay.

Out there on the plains of Somalia in the searing heat of

mid day
A young woman dying of thirst and hunger the life from her

ebbing away
The vultures are circling above her and the flies of death

buzzing around
And Mr big in his ferrari to his company board meeting

bound.

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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