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by Katie Walsh Sep 29, 2015 category : Sadness, depression / about death
"How is it that we can't feed the poor, yet we can fund a War?" The poor are alive, in the cold they lay The soldiers are dying, to God they pray The poor are dying, hungry and alone, it just isn't right The soldiers are alive, for now that is, to win the fight The poor are alive, heads bowed in defeat The soldiers are alive, will they ever come home to greet? The poor are dead, no one cares The soldiers are dead, they're in everyone's prayers.