A city where we chew on trees and there's no trees in sight, one way flight to poverty...come with me to the dark side where the dogs don't bark and the kids don't smile because they know it's their time. Playing with barbed wires, machetes...counting shillings that have no value. Ak's and Ump's are just a way of life, from 20 years or more of anarchy ....they've seen warlords and terrorist, however courageously are still screaming out who is next. Once hailed as the nation of poets, now it's nothing more than another lost nation...tribal hate being passed on from the older generation to the younger generation and education isn't the way out. 'War torn' they labeled my fathers birthplace, ambitious souls who drown in overseas pursuit of their own version of happiness. Those who do come over find them self disfranchised from their new countries, thrown in a new form of detention camps...forced to integrate and forget about their own cultures. Used by the media and politicians as scapegoats, accused of being incapable of working or claiming welfare. So they disable their spirits, unable to go back home and not accepted in their new homes.
