Their pained faces and skeletal bodies,
is aired widely and daily in black and white,
So that even our land knows their shocking plight.
Oh! Is there no way to make their natural wrong right?
And even on paper and on screen,
So clearly portrayed
Is the fear and desperation that runs through their veins undiluted,
I pain to see those lives so soon to be muted.
Parents watch their children die,
They themselves, starved, upon makeshift beds lie,
Always privileged, I cannot empathize
But with genuine tears I will sincerely sympathize.
And if you survive dying souls,
A world of wonder shall you see,
But if not; in greener pastures I pray you be.