Michael Carlson - Poverty lyrics

As I'm walking down the street I get depressed from all the sights that i see People with no shoes on their feet I just can't believe that these things can be I look at the clothes they wear I look at the dirt on their skin I can't believe no one else cares As they walk past the makeshift home of a wooden bin Tell me to my face How is our nation so great If the people are given such a cruel fate Our nation is a disgrace! Thanks you Celina for helping me name this piece.