Feed A Starving Child For The Price Of A Gallon Of Gas

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A child goes to sleep hungry, and a mother sheds a tear.
That little angel is helpless and starving and that's daddys worst fear.
He works and she slaves, send the children away to school for a hot meal or two a day, while they starve but the child gets 2 square and its all straight.
Dad gets sick and mom stops the clock, the family capsizes like a ship 3 feet away from a dry dock, but time don't stop, the clock still goes tick tock, while the child goes starving but obesity isn't an option when the stock markets drop and his pay flops and moms heart drops like tear drops, that fall from eyes as she screams to the sky, wondering why, she wants to die, but her eyes run dry from the thought that her angels on the other side of the door listening to her, all the while wondering why?
Why does his mom cry, why is dad gone for all hours of the night tryin to get money for food to expensive for him to buy, but the lights are still on, the house has four walls and a roof, and that's the only proof that his work is appreaciated but all in all he's still hungry too.
So what do they do? The state is still to far away from providing food benifits today, while bombs drop and hearts stop a million miles away.
Where's our reprieve, from this life of lies and deciet, we can afford a war but can justify my gas reciept?
What happened to lady liberty's promise of freedom and salvation awaiting the poor, tied and hungry masses?
Where's the food for the hungry kids when friday lets out their classes?
Meet me @ the waterfront and we could fish for days, and try to figure out ways to maintain our healthy respect for nature cause its true that going green does pay, but not today.
Maybe a brighter futures on the horizon, and maybe there's enough hope to make it to the promised lands I got my sights on.
This hungry nation starves and melts away, while our goverment goes out daily tryn to change other culures into our ways, all the while our nation still pays and the hunger stays.
There's not enough money in the world to provide food for everyone, but they can sleep at night knowing they did the noble thing that's 2 years away from being undone.
And a child grows on to resent his home nation from the frustration and devastation of his starvation all sacrifised for the cost of civil liberties and civil commodities for a country that isn't ours.

The back street rhythm

An empty harmony

Set in the tune of fathom

Just masticating the beat

An endless loop

Just sampling scrap

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