Deprived - Disrupt

In a third world country

Another child is born

Dying of malnutrion

Its parents weep and mourn

Stomach is bloated

Desperation in its eyes

Beside an empty bowl

Its emaciated body lies

It could have been avoided if someone had been concerned

What would you have done if the tables had been turned!

Poverty stricken people

Neglected and alone

The place we call hell

Is the place they call home

A stagnant culture

Income nearly ml

Their governments abandoned them

Crush all hope and will

Spending billions on weapons, their minds are set on profit

The poor are still downtrodden, it´s time we fucking stop it

Another child is born

Famished, underweight

Hunger pains cripple

Death lies in wait

The wait is soon over

For famines slave

The child is then buried

In a tiny, shallow grave

It never had a chance, from the womb to the grave

Another life deprived, another U.S. dollar saved