Deprived

In a third world country
 Another child is born
 Dying of malnutrion
 Its parents weep and mourn
 Stomach is bloated
 Desperation in its eyes
 Beside an empty bowl
 Its emaciated body lies
 It could have been avoided if someone had been concerned
 What would you have done if the tables had been turned!
 Poverty stricken people
 Neglected and alone
 The place we call hell
 Is the place they call home
 A stagnant culture
 Income nearly ml
 Their governments abandoned them
 Crush all hope and will
 Spending billions on weapons, their minds are set on profit
 The poor are still downtrodden, it's time we fucking stop it
 Another child is born
 Famished, underweight
 Hunger pains cripple
 Death lies in wait
 The wait is soon over
 For famines slave
 The child is then buried
 In a tiny, shallow grave
 It never had a chance, from the womb to the grave
 Another life deprived, another U.S. dollar saved