Sos
Seeing children starve before me
Knowing their future won't be a cup of tea
Living on this desperate earth
One that judges death and birth
Feeding them rice
Knowing proper nutrition would be nice
Let us throw them a feast
Ravishing in the end
We are the beast
I see them crying out before death
Wheezing finally taking their last breath
This is the world of the third
Now I hope their message was heard
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