Voices Yet to be Heard

The hungry children whose parents are gone Unsheltered, their lonely tears are washed away by the jungle rain Giving to the hungry Caring for the poor Why is no one else here? Does anyone care anymore? They cry out desperate to be heard So poor it hurts Is their burden really theirs alone to bear? The children of a wealthy nation cursed to poverty by their brothers and foreign lands Nations turn a blind eye Is this really our decision to make? Robbed of their birthright, robbed of voice They battle every day for a simple gift Life But the complex greed of earth often robs them of this too Their pain remains unseen Their suffering goes unheard