21st Century Trade - Poem by Timothy muggaga
Cheap values, expensive goods
and the thin line is drawn
where values and possessions meet.
A day's dime, for a night's round
and in a night lodge,
my virginity is lost
Fame for my sweet body
and in your video, i' ll appear naked
Jets, guns, and artillery...
politics by other means
and my people will sleep hungry
and i' ll take my share
in the ruins of a happy family.
Coming to the end, we are satisfied
The end of our hope, faith and love.
Sad to leave, happy to live...
in the 21st century trade.
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