The wind blows The baby cries People die Deaths are untold Land is desolate Nothing here grows People living For the sight of a food bowl Trapped in existence It's hard to think That such people really exist Hard to believe Their plight is accepted When money so wasted could be re-directed They're not some race that don't feel pain Starvation is something you don't become immune toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
