Third World Genocide

They come to rule and not by chance

Aided by a bloodied lance

No elections needed here

Such things mundane are not their way

A thousand rivals lying dead

And their families starved, decayed

No relief by foreign aid

A poisoned dagger is their way

Government by those who kill

And then collect from U.N. tills

They live on aid and ask for more

When all it does is pay for way

So carefree

Your killing spree

I must be blind I can't see

Tell me what is human life worth

The skies cry bloody tears