Song for Them

the wind blows

the baby cries

people die

deaths are untold

land is desolate

nothing here grows

people living

for the sight of a food bowl

trapped in existence

it's hard to think

that such people really exist

hard to believe

their plight is accepted

when money so wasted could be re-directed

they're not some race that don't feel pain

starvation is something you don't become immune to