A city in Africa,
Full of Oreos,
A city in Africa,
With broken goals.

There was a Sailor,
Who Sought treasure.
Selfishly, he Saw
Some Simple folk;
A Sole Solemn thought
Passed his Sad mind,
"Strong yet Silly workers,"
He said Slyly,
"I'll take a Scruple."

Strife on land,
Sabotage of Sea,
Until he Stole,
A man; his Slave.

[The story is not complete,
There's the second side of the coin.]

Through the darkness,
A voice of truth,
Emerged.
A fearless warrior,
Whose goal to the land,
Was to conserve.
"Death is ideal justice"
So she said angrily,
While unsheathing her blade.
Charging; yet her hand stopped,
On sight of another man:
Village chief was the sword's target.

Warrior was confused,
At defending evil,
And a thought diffused,
Among the observers.

"Pointing the blade at one of your own..."

A city in Africa,
Full of Oreos,
A city in Africa,
With broken goals