For the Malnurished kids in Niger

1.Who do we call?
Who do we tell?
Of these things our eyes daily see

Who would be so kind
To heed the clarion call
Of the million kids that die daily

2.Not much do they ask for
They don’t want your beautiful cities
Neither do they want your new technologies
All they want is a good meal,
And a bit of the rights you enjoy.

3. Who do we blame for all these?
Is it nature?
Is it the leaders?
Is it the people?
Maybe, Maybe Not

Obviously, not these tiny innocent beings
Who have hardly seen beyond their place of birth
Who hardly know a better world exist

4. But what would it take
To help these dying ones
Is it another G8 meeting?
Or the will to make a difference
Or simply practicing what we preach?

And to Africa, here lies your future…
In the mind of these dying kids
Will you once again do as if all is well?

To the World
Where is the Love?

©2005 Edward Popoola. me@edwardpopoola.com