Spare a thought for the indifference
that society lets stain
the countless world sufferance
that prevails in our rein.
Spare a thought for the hunger that ravages, who's to blame?
As the parent-less grow younger
Left unchecked where is our shame?
Spare a thought for the oppressed and the downtrodden, plights bereft
Arise from complacence; hatred grows like cancer if it's left
Spare a thought for the felt injustice
As our coffers grow on high
How can we refute this?
While hell rains down from their sky?
Spare a thought for the children and the hopes for them we share,
Making action our steed for a world for them, that's fair.
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