* * *She sheds her tears into the night
About a boy who is no longer there
Blaming the world for it, silently
Because it doesn't care
A thousand steps away from home
A herd of cattle await their slaughter
Hauled in a truck from far away
Existing days without food or water
Battered and broken they ache with pain
They're beaten and rendered immobile
While conscious their throats are cut open
Then they're strung up onto the belt single file
The "poultry" stuffed without a thought
Into spaces too small to move, are crippled
Polluted with hormones, they can't move
"Acceptable" because their price tags are tripled
A child in Africa, asks so little
Just food enough to fight off death
Ignored while all attention's given
To the American child on meth
The foreign innocent soul so young
Distorted and starving is not heard
Yet shame be upon he who does not
Feel sorrow for young lives that are stirred
In Asia a youth of no more than ten works
In a cane field so he can keep his family fed
The European must have his mattress
While many children have never had a bed
The American gorges in consumption and waste
While mothers can only watch their children dwindle
Can't even warm their children with blankets
While in our developments we need our fire to kindle
All along the teenager still weeps
Because she feels she's forced to pretend
Things aren't what she wants them
And so thinks the world's coming to an end
She's stuck in her rut, suspended
Not aware of how all she has could be gone
She starves herself to fit into size-two pants
While the world, as it must, goes on.
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