I was born in an issue.
Yes, the country where I was born has a name. You probably hear it in your rich-country news every day. When the narrator says the name of my country, his eyebrows drop, his look becomes more serious, and it's obvious to you, the viewer, that "actions need to be taken to change this issue."
No one wants to live in an issue.
Living in an issue gives rich countries the right to drop experimental weapons on your play areas.
It allows smart rich people to go on TV and say that these campaigns of terror are "worth it."
Living in an issue means that rich people in other, faraway countries can exchange opinions that give a powerful thumbs down to the survival of people like me who've they've never met.
Living in an issue means that when GM lays off auto-workers in Detroit, replacement jobs can be created destroying the rudimentary infrastructure of my country...I mean, my issue in which I was born.
Sometimes, when thousands of children like me die, it actually makes those newscasters on TV smile and talk about how the "issue" has gotten slightly better (for you, the viewer, that is).
Useless, high-maintenance people keep inheriting the Earth