Whilst the bombs drop
and the whistle blows
who cares for the baby
that cries
Whilst the people run
For the nearest shelter
who cares for the baby
that cries
Whilst the homeless fight
and the rats scurry
who cares for the baby
that cries
The bomb swirling, turning
slowly falling
aimed at the house
Where the baby cries
And that's the end
of the baby
that cried
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