Deep in the Congo riches abound.
Minerals, abundant in the ground,
Rebels and armies keep the country in war
So they can steal all the gold, the diamonds, and tin ore.
Fear creeps through the jungle. Gunshots surround,
Smoke filled horizon, Village burns down,
Out into the night families flee.
And, they know if they get caught they'll live their lives in slavery.
Forced to dig the Gold, Diamonds, Tin Ore.
Children, little children, abducted every night
Force fed cocaine and alcohol, handed an AK47, made to fight.
While black market minerals are smuggled throughout the hills
Little children dressed like soldiers know if they don't shoot the gun,
they'll be killed .
Gold, Diamonds, Tin Ore
Why, Why, why
Minerals, a hot commodity -
Used by every high-tech company.
Your Smartphone, Your laptop, Our cars - every circuit board,
It's all fuel for the war of the gold, diamonds, tin ore.
Why do these people, native people, live such tortured lives?
Why are little Children forced to kill, forced to fight?
The riches in the ground lie just below their feet.
And it's a handsome profit for someone else to keep.