Ice... Ice... Baby

Sparkling diamonds on their such a joy to see, wear  
From the jewels imbedded in my earlobes, adorned around my neck  
To the crown of prominence resting atop my curly hair  
Whose hands dipped into the Motherland to give me my illustrious shine  
Sweltering in the heat to siphon consumerism out those diamond mines  

Violating the earth of its unclaimed resource  
My babies snatched from my arms, marched to labor without a choice  
Conflict in the labor night and day  
No feast to the table to eat  
Gun toting under a political regime watchful eye, hands cut off for the disobey  
Silenced anger witnessed, gasps of dismay  
Manmade kid slaves unto its nation kneel in mud, murky waters, yet no time to pray  
Funding the plan to systemically kill each other  
Bringing down the lineage of brother to brother  
 
The Kimberley Process in solitude drags its feet to address  
Please broaden your agenda in this certification process  
Unethical killings, deafening cries of its demoralizing  
More insurgents of militants with government funded weapons are still uprising  
  
Give nations who uses their own children to fetch as pets  
Starting first with economic sanctions and then the dreams of mental rest  
United Nations you just cannot do it, could you  
Allowing blood conflict to rest against skin, no matter who’s getting chopped or abused  
It’s all about the money  
Rodeo Drive to the New York Diamond District, the ice capitals in the land of milk and honey  
 
Is this God’s initial plan  
To rob the laughter, smile, and creation of a child, in dirt where his hands till as his feet stands  
Moorish hues to give other countries the status power of that bling bling  
Cash registers in festive times during Black Friday oh how sweet thy sound it sings  
In the exchange of back lashes, aiding in healing with sea salt, yet the painful open gashes still sting  
 
When revenue of stocks is up from purchasing have been wisely invested  
In an impoverished country where turning the blind eye to manual labor, the cruelty is never contested  
Political propaganda to keep the masses quiet is heavily protected  
Piles of dirt graces the land, now dug up, exposed  
No seeds to sow, no vegetation to grow  
Snobbish heads in society with a down casted nose  
 
Yet, judging others by the existence of carats donned from head to toes  
Vile characters in carnage of your preference, private corporations with hugh diamonds for trade, sell, or show  
Sierra Leone, Angola, Zimbabwe, to The Ivory Coast  
Poachers with guns, stealing for the tusk, some within the jungles more than most  
Now in exchange for the absence of hands, diamonds shifted among rocks  
To quietly pocket one, shot on the spot  
Innocence must be sure to know, trust their sight  
Small hands polishing to get that shine just right  
 
Diamonds sold and then smuggled  
To America and abroad, somewhere in West Africa slums, tin homes still daily struggle  
In that glassed case as you pick out that perfect gift  
The history of blood spillage, the revolution to kill its citizens, is now your conflict