Hungry Children
How can we sit here watching
Or listening to their cries,
Seeing What hunger does to them
Watch the suffering in their eyes.
"Times are hard for us" you say
An extra buck is hard to find.
The price of a smoke or bottle of beer
Could food in ones tummy find.
Their suffering is so very great,
I think they'll surely die,
Searching for food in garbage piles
Just so they'll survive.
Little children don't you cry
We will surly find away
To help to fill those tummies
So you'll live another day.
Chris Hannon