Talkin’ Somalia Famine – Michel Montecrossa

I’m not the one who talks about nothing.
Famine is there and the rich get ugly.
The banka gang in a minute can solve
the problem of money for saving lost souls.

Somalia Famine is the future world
if not all of us yell for change.
The wealthy own militia and every horror.
They own our hunger but don’t own our souls.

Somalia Famine is the woman alone.
Hungry she walks, on her back a dead son.
Her belonging, you know, is she alone.
Ackermann is watchin’ her on TV at home.

I’m not the one who talks about nothing.
Famine is there and rape and killing.
The earth is turning into a dark place
and I cry with the millions,
want to help, want to save.