Lost Children

Lost Children

God bless all of the children You can.
To all the children throughout the land.
I often look around the world and I see.
Little children living in pain and poverty.

I know just to feed them in some way.
Would mean more than words can say.
I've seen the children barefoot in winter.
Houses with cracks where cold enters.

Children oh God! with empty stomachs.
They cry at night for a bite of something.
My friends have told me stories of hate.
In poor countries where the strong take.

So poor and living in a man made Hell.
Must fight for food they've learned well.
Their greedy leader's caused this burden.
Corruption, greed, selfishness is certain.

The children are innocent they don't know.
Any other way without the help we show.
To see them run, healthy, and laugh a lot.
It can happen with women, man, and God.

BY: Kings