When I sit down each night for my meal
I am saddened for what I feel
My stomach begins to rumble away
And it wants for food I would I say
But that small rumble is minuscule I think
Imagine a day in their life with nothing to drink
Forced to walk for many days on end
Alone and sometimes without a friend
They arrive, no cold water with ice or on tap
Brown stained water with no purity it lacks
It is filled with bacteria and much disease
Shortly in shall bring them to there knees
They have no reason to even complain
This is there lives and how its made
Not only is there water filled with germs
They must walk for hours then wait there turn
Then carry it home upon there backs
Till they reach there animal infested shacks
Not even a feed tonight with there drink
For the carcass is now rotten and begun to stink
And if they shall sit and try and feed
Not even a doctor for help if they need
So they shall go hungry again tonight
Hoping tomorrow there is food in sight
If not they shall eat what is raw
Then they eat until they are sore
Because they cant go to general store
They only eat and collect whats on the floor
So when you sit down for your next meal
Have a think about how good is your deal
For we know nothing about going without
Poverty is something we know nothing about.
