EndWorldHunger
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I open my eyes and hear the streets of New York City
I look up to see only bystanders filled with pity
My daughter, she wakes up from her cardboard bed
She asks me when she'll be fed
"Soon baby" I said
Children starving,
children dying.
While the world just sits there,
thriving.
Living in their own worlds,
The World knows
That there is hunger right beneath their nose
Never waste food and give all you can
People are dying its already began
15 million children on the daily
They come with empty eyes
that sullen look of loss
You can't tell their empty
and that they really need to be fed
Their parents are working overtime
and still can't put food on the table
