Money Never Touched

While i walk down their street

the smell is un-missble

tarps stand as children lie

lie of hunger and disease

their stomachs cry but their faces still smile

why must people go through misery 

when some people spend millions

millions on useless things

why cant they help those starving people

they whine every night 

whine from their stomchs cramping in pain

we need to take a stand

and show what it truely means to be human

not selfish or cruel

with the money never touched

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