Torn from their families
Mothers go hungry,
To feed their children,
But children go hungry,
There's so many big men
Out making millions
When poverty's profits
Just blame the children
Mothers go hungry,
To feed their children,
But children go hungry,
There's so many big men
Out making millions
When poverty's profits
Just blame the children
If there's a God in heaven
What's he waiting for ?
If He can't hear the children
Then he must see the war,
But it seems to me
That he leads his lambs
To the slaughter house
And not the promised land
What's he waiting for ?
If He can't hear the children
Then he must see the war,
But it seems to me
That he leads his lambs
To the slaughter house
And not the promised land
Dying for causes
They don't understand
We've been taking their futures
Right out of their heads
They need the handouts
To hold back the tears,
There's so many crying
But so few that hear
They don't understand
We've been taking their futures
Right out of their heads
They need the handouts
To hold back the tears,
There's so many crying
But so few that hear
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