For the Love of the children who become lost in suffering, cry
Because they live with war, cry
Because they are hungry, cry
Because they live with disease, cry
Because they have no chance at life, cry out
Shame on a World who can not protect its Legacy

A tear rolls off the little cheek
His eyes are dull his life bleak
His little voice attempts to speak
But his small frame is frail and weak

Linda Moore

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