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Such a sorrowful scene, this sight for sore eyes

Emaciated bodies, another child dies

A sad symbol of the brotherhood of man

Out of sight out of mind in a faraway land

Begging for a morsel, bowl in hand

While the rich men talk of relief plans

Drawing up agreements of who gets what

But the bowl stays empty and the corpses rot

Such a sorrowful scene, a sight for sore eyes

The weapons pile up, the whole country dies

A sad symbol of the hatred of man

Out of sight out of mind in our own land

Begging for sanity, let reason prevail

The wise men talk, the efforts all fail

They make new agreements of who's got what

The stockpiles get higher the child is forgot