Blind you choose… knowing all.
Look this world of yours through our fading eyes
Think for once of our plight
No tear will run, No moisture left within
No strength to raise our arm.
No voice to speak of our harm
All the things you take for granted
Is what kills us in the scorching heat
Not television, not education,
Not gold or luxury cars.
Just a bite to eat is all we ask.
Help us to live,
Where are those kind angels promised upon?
Food you throw would feed a lot of souls.
The shower you take could quench a lot of us.
The clothes you wear branded and all.
We just need a slipper to not burn our sole.
You fight with your sibling with a toy car or doll.
Then you hate your parents for not side you at all.
Think of a mother choosing which child to help
While the other would dies on her lap tonight
All in all
We are in a wicked world
Where the rich are rich
And the poor are poor.
Survival of the fittest
Is that really so?
Don’t you shun away....I hope you see so...
We may die, but don’t you say... you never knew...
How we were left to be exterminated
All in All
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