Do you know where their children are?...Do you care?
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They're withering away on desert plains
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rotting flesh in withering pain
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sickle skelatons who sleep in piss
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covered in flies and fucking shit
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do you care?
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they're quarantined by barbed wire fence
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filled with disease and massive stench
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there is no shelter they sleep on stone
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they watch eachother turn to bone
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do you care?
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they're retarted zombies in huddled mass
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left to rot like fucking trash
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attention drops as bodies mount
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too many victims to fucking count...
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do you care?
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they're withering away on desert plains
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rotting flesh in withering pain
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sickly skelatons who sleep in piss
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no human beings should have to live like this
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yet you know where their children are,
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you see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole
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you cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched children
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that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms
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that seem to make everything better
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who should you care, after all, tehy're not your children...for now!
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Do You Know Where Their Childern Are?
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| Aus-Rotten |
