(inspired by a foreign 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 society's growth, due to circumstances
robbing them of a childhood which is only offered once...

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

people who ignore their cries...
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 them as ours were 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 upon their faces
i identify 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 an 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 of 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 brings a chain of thoughts to my mind
as i look upon their faces...

i identify 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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