Hungry, wet and so cold
People on the run ranging from young to old
For reasons that are so, about conflicts that will not go
To the rebels of congo it is just a show
Thousands are lost across this often wet land
With no food or water feeling stranded like in a desert full of sand
Soldiers on both sides they have things they want to achieve
As many are forced to abandon their homes and leave
Is it greed that is wanted or is it just power?
Rebels hiding and attacking on every hour
Other countries are watching, not so sure what to do
Another war may be just beginning, this is far from new
Years in the past, many that have died
Bickering and fighting between good and evil is all that reside
Violence is not the answer it just creates a bigger hole
To control land and a few things that are a constant in a dark soul
Food and help are on the way
Only soo much can be delivered in a day
A large mass of people that have nothing but what they can carry
Walking a high amount of miles, tell me this life is not scary
Seems their is no peace in sight
Calmness does not even exist in the night
Blood and anger are dominating the day
Peace talks struggle as negative vibes continue to stay
Crimes that have been done in the past and present
To innocent women and men, this land is far from content
Can progress be ever made? or will all hope eventually fade?
If only rules and common reasoning can be obeyed
