Street Kids

They have as much potential
As anyone you'll meet,
These children no one wanted,
These children of the street.

They shoot them down in Rio;
They sell them in Phnom Penn;
They round them up in Saigon
And they're never seen again.

They rape them in the Congo;
They drug them with their pills,
Enslave them in their armies
And send them off to kill.

They starve when there's a famine,
Or perish in a jail.
The things we like to do to them
Are straight from Dante's hell.

The things WE like to do to them,
Yes, that IS what I said.
They don't do this to themselves,
The blame is on our heads.

Look at the junk around you;
It's really what you need?
How many would that send to school?
How many would that feed?

Shirk responsibility
Avoid work if you can
But If we're gonna change the world
You've gotta lend a hand.