a child prays

In the orphanage behind closed doors

Where no one can see

Beside the bed with hands clasped

A child prays on his knee

He hasn’t seen much of life

But he can’t fathom why

In a time of peace and plenty

So many children die


Countries that are very rich

Do nothing for the poor

For there limited resources

They spend millions on war

In the lands that are still fertile

Rich from sweat and toil

A paradise of earthly love

Till they discover oil


World leaders fly from here to there

With a mission said so grave

Thousand miles air travel

Just one world to save

Mass Security and protection

All for just one bloke

Protesters kettled and cordoned

Think its all a joke


The poppy fields for opium

Cartels and barons thrive

No land to grow wheat safely

For the growers to survive

But there are bullets and machine guns

Rockets and grenades

Uniforms, bright buttons

And medals on parade


The child is so confused

That cruelty is so cheap

And love so expensive?

Is that why children weep?

There seems no room for justice

Or nature that’s still wild

And no one who will listen

Because he is just a child