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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
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