Can you tell me and tell me true, stranger
How have you been good this year? Have you been
Rationing off your last dime, not buying yourself a thing
In constant need of food for yourself and your
Starving little ones who don’t understand
That the world is full of people who don’t care
Making sure they’re warm, not wanting to know your children
As they shiver, needing something warm in their stomachs but getting nothing
Stranger, can you tell me: why do we celebrate Christmas when you starve throughout the year?
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