Submerged beneath progress
So many children are dying . .
Their life has no meaning
Yet they’re desperately trying
Children without homes
Sorting through trash
Hoping to find rubbish
To recycle to cash
Living in squalor . . .
Scavenging for existence
The world makes promises
But gives little assistance
From the gutters of Calcutta
To the jungles of Sudan
Human beings are dieing
Please help if you can . .
Children are minding babies
Left orphaned and forlorn . .
They cry silent tears . .
Questioning why they were born
AIDS is spreading unchecked
With sparse assistance in sight
People sidestep the problem
Surely that can’t be right
Sadly children work long hours
Replacing parents that are dead
Taking adult responsibilities
That rich governments have shed
Cheap labor in the diamond mines
Others harvesting coffee and drugs
Assisting mercenary armies
And financing unruly thugs
These poor wretched children . .
Are trying desperately to be brave
But in this capitalist world
They’re just modern day slaves
Albert Gazeley © June 2007









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