Sunday, May 24, 2015

The Forgotten Ones (April 15 1984)

The Wind howls
The dust flies
And from within the hut
A dying Baby cries

Helpless and defenseless
sitting by her side
The Mother's heart aches
Still, she must abide

Is there no one out there, they cry
Who cares about our plight
When day by day we hunger
And live with constant fright

You, who say your Father
Owns much cattle and much sheep
Will you share your riches
And then His blessing reap?

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