People in other countries are starving to death,
And we’re fighting over the last piece of chicken left.
We have an overabundance to eat,
While they’re walking around, no clothes and bare feet.

Stepping on rocks, running in mud and dirt,
Yet we’re the ones complaining about being hurt?
We have education beyond belief.
They’re living with sadness, horror, and grief.

We have shelter and clothes on our backs.
They have no water and live in shacks.
We deal with jobs and everything great.
They deal with HIV, rape, a horrible fate.

We have flu shots and medicine.
They have malaria and infection.
Three cents a day if they’re in luck.
Drought and exhaustion often struck.

No treatment or medical assistance.
But a better life is off in the distance.
No nutrient rich or healthy snacks.
Just a daily routine, fighting to get back.

Nursing your brothers and sisters to health.
Searching for food, and nothing else.
Going days and weeks battling hunger.
Sleep deprived and falling under.

Hiking miles for water that’s clean.
Resulting in contamination for a human being.
Often it’s all the water they can receive.
Wanting opportunities they can achieve.

Countries always fighting war.
Kidnapping, raping, killing, and more.
Caring not about the civilians.
Governments not helping them make a living.

Farming, working day and night.
Always in horror. Constantly in fright.
Trying to stand but falling down.
Walking back and forth to town.

Sunlight, desert, it’s always hot.
Empty cupboards, empty cots.
Hot sand between the toes.
Fevers and a runny nose.

Children at war, fighting to death.
We’re fighting over the last piece of chicken left.
We have an overabundance to eat,
While they’re walking around, no clothes and bare feet.

No school because they don’t have shoes.
No shoes because their is no food.
No food because their is no money.
No money because the government’s funny.

It’s funny because no one cares.
They walk through the desert air.
Struggling, fighting, not able to breathe.
Taken at night, forced to leave.

Forced on a couch, raped just because.
Their is no hope, their is no love.
They do what they can to survive.
They may not be dead, but they’re barely alive.

Bones showing through the skin.
Trying to get better digestion.
But their is simply no food to eat.
No vegetables, no fruit, no poultry, no meat.

No roof over their heads, no walls around.
No kitchen, no bedroom, they sleep on the ground.
And when they do, one little bite.
Will wake them in the middle of night.

They’ll walk hundreds of miles the next day without stopping.
To get medical help if they don’t start dropping.
To get a shot and some treating,
But the medicine is only depleting.

There is no doctor’s office or emergency room.
Just people fighting their gloom.
There is no help for any of the people,
But we’re sitting down at a church at the steeple.

But they aren’t privileged to have one of those.
Church or food? Food’s what they chose.
But in a society without nutrition,
They can’t focus on religion.

They’re a community trying to strive.
But every time they cannot thrive.
They do not have proper education,
They need a miracle, an inspiration.

Some of the children don’t have clothes.
Again that’s not a priority they chose.
They chose to fight. They chose to live.
In a world that takes, but doesn’t give.

A third world country begging in need.
We sit on the couch and indulge in our greed.
They’re in a crisis, and it’s hard.
If only people didn’t break apart.

People in other countries are starving to death,
And we’re fighting over the last piece of chicken left.
The world is cruel and doesn’t care.
If only that piece of chicken could be shared?