My life is ok
the children play
I turn on my faucet
I fill my cup.
I go to the toilet
and flush it away
But the distant slum
plays a different score
doo doo in a bag
throw it into the street
The water gets dirty
the kids get sick
Is it true what they say?
Yes, every minute of every day
A child dies from diarrhea untreated
A little star fallen, gone, untweeted.
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