(inspired by a forgien trip)

watching the children of the slums beg for deliverance
having nothing more than the mercy they cry for help...
half clothed, half sheltered, starving...
full time employees of soceity's growth, due to circumstances
robbing them of a childhood which is only offered once...

as i look apon their faces
i culp with thier rages
of being treated like strangers
when they see people like you and me...

people who ignore their crys
who have enough to give
to supply them with a bit of satisfaction,
people who neglect their victimization
they didn't ask for this life, it was
presented to the as what was given to us at birth
people who don't appreciate the things we have in our everyday
encounters of life, but we do notice how much
we miss things when they aren't present
or accessible anymore...
how can they miss anything if they have
nothing to lose?

as i look apon their faces
i culp with their rages
of being treated like strangers
when they see people like you and me...

people who look at the dirt running rampid over their skin
who notice the lack of nutrition in their bodies
just from a external glimpse...
people who really don't care too much about anyone
if it isn't themselves...
sometimes, i find myself guilty, but no one's perfect like christ...
also when we see the conditions of the schools
lacking supplies, not enough or modernized materials
to give them the same advantage we have,
people who have more things than we possibilly need...
classrooms overfilled, some empty...
this just bring a chain of thoughts to my mind

as i look apon their faces
i culp with their rages
of being treated like strangers
when they see people like you and me...

people who can help change things for people like
them...
 
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