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Do you know where their children are?...Do you
care?

They're withering away on desert plains

rotting flesh in withering pain

sickle skelatons who sleep in piss

covered in flies and fucking shit

do you care?

they're quarantined by barbed wire fence

filled with disease and massive stench

there is no shelter they sleep on stone

they watch eachother turn to bone

do you care?

they're retarted zombies in huddled mass

left to rot like fucking trash

attention drops as bodies mount

too many victims to fucking count...

do you care?

they're withering away on desert plains

rotting flesh in withering pain

sickly skelatons who sleep in piss

no human beings should have to live like this

yet you know where their children are,

you see the pain and the suffering from your
lavishly furnished materialistic shithole

you cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched
children

that inhabit the two-minute time slot between
your favorite sitcoms

that seem to make everything better

who should you care, after all, tehy're not your
children...for now!