| The fruits of the earth are dried up in the sun
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| The children can’t cry anymore
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| Desperate parents with lean empty hands
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| Their bodies are too weak, too sore
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| Fat bottomed breathers keep talking about hunger
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| And don’t even know what it means
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| Under the cloak of plain charity
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| They feather their nest with your dreams
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| Cry for the innocent children who die
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| An indignified death, it’s a shame
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| Political powr’s more important than life
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| Let’s stop this mrciless game
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| Superfluous victuals piled up to the edge
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| The stocks are filled up to the sky
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| Millions of dollars for storage each year
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| And a nickel for people to die
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| We can’t deny it’s a shame for our race
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| It’s about time to begin
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| With a fight against poverty, distress and pain
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| To hesitate now is a sin
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| Cry for the innocent children who die
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| An indignified death, it’s a shame
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| Political power’s more important than life
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| Let’s stop this merciless game |