And our children are crying,

Crying for love,

crying to be fed.

For many are the failings

With a new poverty assailing

Crippling with broken hunger,

Breaking youthful spirits asunder,

On danger streets they roam,

Seeking, and searching for a place to call home.

Yet nothing is said,

When another child is found dead,

For the wheel must turn

And profits must earn,

With Wall Street in chatters

Over all that, money matters.

Yet still, the hungry child roams,

searching for love, needing a home.

Oh how in this life we do digress,

For the kings that be, know best.

With a billion here, and a billion there,

Put on better machines that kill with flair.

With young men down, stocks on the rise

Willful killing is fine…in mans eyes?

Oh how these times are trying,

with so many children dying.

I wonder what God will say,

when these kings greet their judgment day.

Will they still confess,

That they were right and knew best,

Or will they simply say,

That they were just mislead,

by the trying times of their day.

Oh Lord, our children are dying,

And it is I, and I alone who is crying.