A world divided in piece's
Lost children of 3rd world lands
Life out there is banished
Made pay,by the devils hands

Children die of aids disease
They starve for greed of who
Shameful sights in africa
Makes reality seem so true

I feel for every child
Who's life is left to rot
Evil, rich and powerful
Sleep easy on gods plot

Is this world so shameful?
Is it every man now for himself
Let rule by a face of paper
But how important is your weath

I don't ask you give in pitty
But to give for only need
Children die in africa
For rich men's weath and greed

I gaze on a face of sadness
Of hunger hurt and more
But these children do not ask
What worth there life is for