Lynda Simpson - Out of Sight, Out of Mind lyrics

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