We Are Third World

Although we are forefathers of self-acclaimed

first world nations but We are the third worlds

In their so-called socioeconomic indexes

and other “modernity is the real development” indices,

We don't do dinner parties

But the dream of a well-fed day

Our Children study on the floor of old public school

Know the other world by the greenery and

Figures hung on its pale walls

They wish to run on the velvet grass

Instead of rag-picking every morning

As children leave old toys you have abandoned us

Here a child gets mature in his teens

He recognizes the outline of a dark futuristic structure

In a pattern of present dots of daily burdens,

In the tragic repetitions of a homeland song

He dreams of a young entrepreneurship but

A termite death hollows out the roots of endeavor

You say to our men"Keep It In Your Pants!"

And to the women, "Lock Your Knees!"

But here sex is the only amusement we can have

For three minutes of relief, we are ready to repent for life

Corruptions and immorality are in full flow here

Although Some taxable souls fashion to run a charity

The poor wear tattered clothes

But rich wear them to look different

There is an agreement between the person sitting in the car

And the poor begging for some help

Devalued lives Full of shadows Of slaves

Where poverty live without evacuation

We are caught here in the web of the foreign aid spiders

We prop up this capitalizing protuberance

And force-feed the bourgeois class

Our propaganda has become just to see and sigh and cry

Civil war is source of political life and death

We don't turn palms upright to foretell futures

The line of our hands has become undefined

We have failed to understand the kind of battlefield

We are in and our weapons to deal with it

We shout for freedom of expression but never tried to know

The difference between our skin and our Lips

We are a nation that sighs and cries for debt relief,

A divided country, Brainwashed by anti-propaganda

It's leaders becoming millionaires every second,

And the people, poorer every minute,

The land filled with milk and honey,

Still cries "no money”

Our self styled media with fake morality

Aiming for PR and controversy

They interview a petty thought repeatedly

To make it a philosophy

Their voice spreads pure venom

By wearing a gentle dress

On the throat of third world

In the name of so-called minority

Every news is labeled with religious stamp

They highlight the immoral as the face of the nation

Belittle the good-intentions

Sex and violence is a new form of Entertainment

Here big lawyers and corporations openly

Influence in the demo-crazy capitals

To gain huge profits

Is this injustice with poverty and suffering

Not a clear indication of false thoughts

That argue over a Third World at this juncture.