RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS
Congo Mining Disaster
Desperation breeds carelessness
Carelessness yields death
The Congo is a wilderness
Where the people hold their breath
A hundred people died today
In a crudely dug gold mine
The Congolese have little say
They’re stuck with what they find
A nation torn in civil war
Devoid of law and order
Arms are given to the poor
To defend a crooked border
The people live in poverty
They have no honest choice
They lack a true democracy
They have no honest voice
Violence is their only means
Of getting what they need
Poverty is what they’ve seen
A land of corporate greed
So miners go beneath the ground
To dig for precious gold
The mines are neither strong nor sound
In time they will not hold
A hundred people die today
A hundred more tomorrow
Until there is another way
The Congo lives in sorrow
