In a land far away, where the sun doesn’t burn,
There is work to be done and there's money to earn.
In a land far away, there’s clean water to drink;
There are schools and teachers who train you to think.
In a land far away, there is food on your plate
And there's love and respect, not repression or hate.
There’s a pinprick of light for a future ahead,
Not a life that is bleak with a future you dread.
There’d be hope in that land, for a person like me –
And my plans for my life would be clear as could be.
But as I stand in the dust in this African heat
I can only surmise that my life’s but a cheat.
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