Shining sun at the sky in the noon
Crows were shrieking it was fought for eating waste
Desiring that was uncomfortable at the moment
Thus food has not taken
Billboard, painted name tag, the face of people gradually became blurred
Trying to talk but the sound was not come out
Hand grip to the handrail, therefore, prevent fallen down
Therefore thinking that was dying people with hungry
Mature men who have the energy to live more days without food
Water will be cured for console hungry
Nature will be supplied air
But children how to find food in the world
They crying again and again with a desire of hungry
Cheek, eyes, became lured as a flower of frangipani
Fallen down at the floor like a dead body
Oh children how they live without food
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