As those pleading eyes
look up at us,
we feel something stir deep inside
our hearts pained, by their faces
We say we feel,
feel for them, we say
They go without any meal,
and sleepless they lay.
The empty words fall
from our own false lips
To us they call
when their plates lie empty.
Where are the promises then
hiding behind their high walls?
Where are the promises then,
sitting in their lavish halls?
We stay still,
like a wheel stuck in a rut,
we say we'll help
yet our eyes we shut.
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