I grew up as a speck on a little bit of land, soon to be told others need a hand.
They live in a 3rd world and I live in the 1st, people are starving and dieing of thirst
Donations and giving is the on going plan but we all know it\'s all about resources and keeping a balance.
I didn\'t ask to be classed like I have it better, we fight corruption while others fighting occupation. We are hit with indoctrination and while others beg for information.
For only if I\'d been born a king, but yet some how I feel the right to be him. The land under my feet I hold with peace, the words on my tongue have on lies within it.