Still somewhere in the world
People are treated like things
Still somwehere in the world
People are ruled like slaves
Still somewhere in the world
People are leaded like livestock

Somewhere in West Africa
In that small rectangular country
Small country with peaceful People
Peaceful People avoiding civil war
In that small country named TOGO
Simply, life has no sense.

Images of horror
The pain
The misery
The death, yes the death.
That is the fate of my People.

My People is crying, crying, and then
In Ewe, I cry too
In French I pray
In English, I pray and call for help.
Help for my People; Help!
We don't want the war
Help for my People; Help!
We want live like Humans.
 

USA, May 25, 2001
Edoh Kofi Ben

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