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