We go, stay and pray
But we never have the chance
to fly and see the world
Like a fairy tale for all the people
We never met them
In our world
Only the statistics
About them
Their cheap products
For our markets
And the pretty pictures
Of their faces
In the magazines
So we go, buy and pay
The money sold us away
Without any chance
To change their situation
To stop their hungry Life
To end their fights
Sometimes I feel
Through all this
Like a bad cannibal
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