Lives are traded

Emerald veins beneath the land, a prize for ruthless hands,

Villages are torn apart, for wealth that fuels commands.

Deep in the jungle, cries of pain, where silence meets the guns,

Children's laughter lost to war, their innocence undone.

In the heart of the Congo's cries, where shadows fall on the soil,

Lives are traded, dreams are crushed, so the rich can get more oil.

A land of suffering and strife, where greed has staked its claim,

In the wake of endless battles, humanity's lost its name.

Forests cut, and rivers choked, the earth gives way to greed,

Fighting for a piece of gold, while the people bleed.