Do you hear them?
The heavy suffering,
The endless pain?
No, you do not.
A dozen million will die this year.
The silent multitudes
Yearning for your scraps.
What have you done?
Little Child
Little childYou run in the streetI will crash my car Aware of the dangersOnly me in a sea of cars I hold you as you wiggleBut the cars pass People don't have the timeFor youLittle child You can't speakTo tell your storyBut to me little childYou are a pearl A black...
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