Dirty, filthy rags
Bones boring through
Large empty eyes
Fingers like knitting needle.
Their bodies thin and feeble.
Craving for a morsel of food
Stomachs swollen and glued.
Famine, sickness, death
And sorrow.
Hunger, poverty and starvation
Need no language of translation.
It's in the eyes, the feet, the hands
The sunken face of many lands.
Famine, sickness, death
And sorrow.
I only got one vision
One dream and one reason
To have faith and be hopeful
To Allah we grateful
I cry and scream but no one hears
Guns and grenades I got no fears
All I need is food and water
All I get is blood and slaughter
Famine, sickness, death
And sorrow.
Abas Abraham
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