There are children far away
Crying as I write
There are people far away
Stuck without a light
There are deaths every day
So teary rivers flow
There are families broken up
Forced to up and go
There are babies in the gutter
Children left alone
There are elderly abandoned
Away love is thrown
There is hurt
And tears
And pain
And fears
There is starvation
And death
And parched lips
And distrust
We sit inside our houses
With designer clothes and TV
But we never stop and think
How they'd love to be me
They would feel like Kings and Queens
Seeing carpet and a bed
We would feel like dirt
Sleeping on floors, mud upon our heads
They go through tortutre
We go through life
I think it's unfair
They deserve something better
Does nobody care?
I do.
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