In the third world mankind,
Sink in very harmful life,
No food most of them find,
Are we from that blind?
They need our help too much,
They need to grant them love,
They need to eat and have,
Health care in life, again.
Children playing with dust,
Insects in every place,
They are shouting from pain,
They need good life not pain.
They have no little care,
They have diseases anywhere,
They need our help too much,
Let mercy cover their sky.
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