HM (august 30 93 / England)


Everyones completely unaware
Its kind of sickening
To them it doesnt matter
All that matters is themselves
Children run and play happily here
While over there they cower in fear
We all stuff our faces
And in a tiny town souls wonder when they'll eat next
They have done nothing
And yet they suffer
So once a day think of them
& hope their luck will change

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