The Thousands"
Thousands of people die as we sleep Thousands of people go hungry as we speak How can we think about me, me, me When thousands of people are suffering. How can we be so cruel? When thousands of people are dying in this world Suffering to get food, dying to find food Walking the mile just to walk it back again Trying to find a safe place for her baby girl Innocent and poor, innocent and poor Laying on the floor, skin and bones Nothing more, nothing more Yet...hoping and praying is all that keeps them going Hoping for the best, praying for the rest, praying for the rest Little kids coming home from school To find nothing more than their parents dying on the floor, dying on the floor Getting robbed of what they do have To get nothing but a disease, nothing but a disesse That slowly kills, slowly kills Thousands of people die today Trying to survive the pain Survive the pain Thousands of people die everyday And we slowly forget them, slowly forget them Forget that they were soldiers for the LORD Trying to survive this world. Survive this world By Marriam Miles November 26, 2011 tribute for the African communities |
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