Each and every day that comes
Finds our faces washed up with tears
Wondering when we'll be free again
To team up with our loving dears.
Suffering is the air that we breathe
Proving that happiness, we'll never find
That, is the bitter truth of our lives
Though justice and freedom was our stand
Our children are illustrations of malnutrition
With ribs protruding out of their small chests
Always crying due to
hunger and thirst
Plus the cold on their half clothed bodies
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