Burma, Burma
What can we do?
It seems the world has forgotten you
Going about our business as we do
You’d be forgiven for thinking this is true

Burma, Burma
All is askew
When help you need isn’t coming through
In dribs or drabs, a biscuit or two
Not the aid and care that’s needed too

 Yes, instead
It’s mystery and dread
Even the little ones aren’t being fed
No repair is given
No removing of the dead
Just when planting season
Is coming there

Burma, Burma
What can we do?
Don’t think the whole world has forgotten you
We are right there within your heart
If only we all knew, we weren’t set apart