CHILDREN OF MISERY

by Thomas M. Franklin


Eyes sunk back in their heads
Anorexic, half way dead
Homeless, no hat to hang
Starving, they feel the pang
For just one good meal a day

A hand's out, we pass on by
On deaf ears, fall their cries
Helpless, they're quite aware
Hopeless, that no one cares
That thousands die each day

This is utter stupidity
A needless calimity
These are children we refuse to see
Children of misery