Third World
They cry as they
walk down the
dirt covered streets,
there are diseases
they are all
dying from.
No food to eat,
no clean water to drink,
they need other people
to help heal
their savage,
war torn country.
The food we send over,
isn't enough,
they need medicine
to live another day.
The people in the
third world countries,
need to know
they aren't forgotten
and dying in vein.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Jan.28/2004
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