Do you know where their children are?...Do you care?
They're withering away on desert plains
rotting flesh in withering pain
sickle skelatons who sleep in piss
covered in flies and f**ing sh**
do you care?
they're quarantined by barbed wire fence
filled with disease and ma**ive stench
there is no shelter they sleep on stone
they watch eachother turn to bone
do you care?
they're retarted zombies in huddled ma**
left to rot like f**ing trash
attention drops as bodies mount
too many victims to f**ing count...
do you care?
they're withering away on desert plains
rotting flesh in withering pain
sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
no human beings should have to live like this
yet you know where their children are,
you see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic sh**hole
you cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched children
that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms
that seem to make everything better
who should you care, after all, tehy're not your children...for now!