The Stolen Wealth 4-4

Listen well, children. Our earth bleeds gold and oil, yet it is

stolen before it reaches your hands. I see the city lights and the dark slums.

The wealth of a continent is being drained in the shadows. Deep in the

bedrock, riches glow like stars. Gold, cobalt,

and oil. Africa's true heart trapped in stone. But above ground, our villages starve.

We live on a gold mine but beg for crumbs from the table.

They think the smoke and the silence mean we are defeated. They are wrong.

This is the quiet before the storm. The sun is rising on a