In times of poverty we plead, in times of war, the dieing bleed. In times when the Third World is still suffering from famine. Who are we to judge, as they die by their millions?
On news broadcasts, we see the true horrors of fear, but no one shed's a single tear Through the eyes of the media, we are given false and twisted information, as the politician's deceive an entire nation. Homeless people work in sweatshops tied to a machine, those chains that bind them are those of a slave. There so many, and yet so few we can save.
The young have no child-hood, as they become adult years ahead of time, in their country some are given guns to kill with, that they clean and prime. Here is the poor innocence that the world needs to see. Free those children unbind their chains and ropes that make them prisoners to society.
They must be cherished with care and affection, release those who are in slaved, so they can be given protection.
