Jungle of Tears

Within the jungles of Africa, 

There lies a factory, 

Producing only tears 

 

The details of this factory are closed off from the rest of the world, 

The details so horrifying they could stop the world. 

 

The area around the factory whistles for reform,  

but only it falls on deaf ears 

 

One day the factory opened its doors to the public, 

The people inside saw the outside world for the first time that day 

 

The workers saw the evil as it was 

And took control of the factory 

They were triumphant 

 

Now they could say they “see no evil”

 

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