They say they will build A huge new shiny city To bury pity
While money from oil Buys shallow favours abroad In so many sports
Prison cells are full With so much innocent life Where murder is rife
So many lost souls Far from the light of family Where once they were free
For all the wealth That has washed the blood away Really doesn’t pay
There is a darkness There are scars, tears and hurt Pain in the desert
Peter Sagar






