In the golden realm of Namibia's grace,
Where dreams take flight, and youth embrace,
A call for justice rings, where sun-kissed dunes arise,
With passion ablaze, they reach for the skies.
Through history's lens, Mesopotamia's tale,
A cradle of trade, where civilizations set sail,
In city-states, they flourished, with taxes they'd pay,
To build a brighter future, a prosperous display.
Through ages long, trade's tapestry was spun,
Silk Road's grandeur, East and West were one,
But shadows grew, inequality's plight,
As giants evaded taxes, out of sight.
While mighty corporations soared on high,
The youth of Namibia raised a cry,
"Why should the powerful roam unchecked,
While nations struggle, dreams wrecked?"
Their unified voice called for change,
A UN tax convention, a global exchange,
To foster fairness and transparency's glow,
To bridge divides, let justice flow.
In Namibia's heart, their dreams reside,
A future where all can stand with pride,
With hope as their guide and unity held,
They'll rewrite the story, where justice's tale is quelled.
In the embrace of UN's convention,
A legacy they'll leave for generations,
A symphony of progress, where all voices resound,
A world united, where solutions are found.
So let the winds of change blow strong,
As youth and nations sing along,
In Namibia's golden land, the call's unfurled,
A new era of justice, for a fairer world.
