The World Tree Of Wealth

want me sit on the side and not write am I blind 
Holding this blade
what sit or stand around and not blast this horn inspiring the minds to cut a new world into being.
Tearing down the way you perpetrated the foolish nations with gifts Columbus.
you're broken just like the story shall be torn and burn the weapons you the master the terrorist destroying nations to have to be paid to rebuild them.
 the billions of children suffering 
I see their stars whispsting crossing the sky at the tail,
the echoing child's voice a faint but a hello.
I heard Africa the net of lost people in anguish
but their rulers got them thinking the eye is on their side
why cry fools were born with heaven printed to their souls they just don't know the place is full.
the new world order have Ugandain girls prostituting themselves at high rates  weak money and food so high
my folks givng offering even humans to get a word back on understandin from out there