One.Two.Three.Four.Five.
Darker skin, warm brown eyes
Four years old no need to die
No food no water, no life to live
Poverty stricken, the hunger wins

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.
Another one dead another one gone
No chance to live not where she’s from
Her frail little body took one last breath
Malnutrition won again

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.
Eating for two she cries to herself
Just a bite, just a nibble, only a taste
She needs it she wails as she falls to the ground
The child deep inside never to breathe

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.
An entire family weeps at night
No money to buy, no grain to grow
They beg and they beg and beg some more
But only until ‘morrow never comes

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.
Undernourished is that girl on the streets
Dirty, alone, she’s barely thirteen
Scavenges garbage she looks to eat
Nobody cares if she’s dead by night

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.
Poverty and hunger hand in hand
Taking lives making plans
Eight hundred-sixty two million famished
“Success” they cry, a joyous finale