A word for the people living tin-shed homes

In countries which are ravaged, built on rubble and bones

Where white politicians wipe the blood from their hands

In the old world Europe’s new colonial lands.

Back in Niger, paper tiger, feel the new world complacence

Like the U.S. gives a shit about the tribal confrontations

Genocidal world title shall belong to Rwanda  

Where the word intervention is synonymous with blunder.

Now in Europe, Cold War syrup, while the armoury’s laden

The media shows elation, with American patents

View the needy: simply seedy with a Stalinist cadence

You can’t feed the hungry with a billion playstations. 

New world: sailing safely

While in armies we trust

We only help those

Whose oil helps us.