Saving the staring of children,
Bed ridden and lonely.
Money not the thing,
There's no one to lend a hand.
Drinking water, that was
Yesterday's back wash.
Slowly dying, with no food,
Try to keep a happy face.
Stripped of all happiness,
Not like any other childhood.
Sticks of bones protruding
From their bodies, skinny.
Cry for help, medication to
Help the sick, rare, and not enough.
Watching them grow in conditions,
That no prisoner would even suffer.
No sheets to keep them warm,
No sugar to keep them living.
Grateful for what we've got,
There's always someone worse off.
Image of small children,
Bringing up their siblings.
Left with no help, parents now dead,
And they are left alone.
