Do you know ehere their children are?…Do you care?/They’re withering away on
Desert plains/rotting flesh in withering pain/sickle skelatons who sleep in
Piss/covered in flies and fucking shit/ do you care?/they’re quarantined by
Barbed wire fence/filled with disease and massive stench/there is no shelter
They sleep on stone/they watch eachother turn to bone/do you care?/they’re
Retarted zombies in huddled mass/left to rot like fucking trash/attention
Drops as bodies mount/too many victims to fucking count…/do you care?/
They’re withering away on desert plains/rotting flesh in withering pain/
Sickly skelatons who sleep in piss/no human beings should have to live like
This/yet you know where their children are, you see the pain and the suffering
From your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole/you cry crocodile tears
For the poor wretched children that inhabit the two-minute time slot between
Your favorite sitcoms that seem to make everything better/who should you care,
After all, tehy’re not your children…for now!
