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I hear their cries on the wind,
loud cries of desperation.
"No food, no food!" they cry in vain,
there is no food for their nation.
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Their cries are mute, no sound,
all hope gone from their eyes.
The rich enjoy caviar and champagne
as another small baby dies.
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When will they learn how to share?
Borders make all the difference.
this side or that means food or none;
poor nations have no influence.
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Plenty of money for bombs,
Plenty for making grenades,
no money at all to share the food
so another life dims and fades.
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Do you think God doesn't see
when there's enough food for all?
Greed and selfish interest reign,
they are deaf to the desperate call.