Two worlds, one land
It’s hard to understand
Though change is needed
Many still get cheated
Can the two worlds become one?

The city pulse beats hard and loud
So much money being made by a few
Even the slums seem a little proud
The city’s alive, there is work to do
Gone are the lies of the past
Though bureaucrats linger like unwanted guests
Breathtaking change happens so fast
Future unknown, but the past hardly missed

On the dirt roads of a country village
Hopelessness penetrates silent skies
Helpless they feel their lives have been pillaged
The beauty and ways of the village slowly die
Rotting men holding vodka bottles
Ragged children on a broken down playground
Sad faced women carrying yokes of water
Angry depressed teens just hanging around

Young folk plan their escape
Old folk too beaten down to hate

The visitors see the city and say ‘well done’
Politicians follow money like they always do
And the villages decay under the timeless sun
In a country that has been split in two

Can these two worlds become one?

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