Would You Hear My Cry?
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You rich children of the world,
you eat chocolates a mouthful
and throw away when you have your fill.
You rich people of this world,
you drink Alcohol and vomit.
You rich, you throw away meat.
It lands in the waste din.
Here i am, begging for a piece of bread,
a handful of rice and a glass full of water.
The same God who created you
created me too.
God has no hands.
Your hands are God's hands.
Ohhh rich of the world,
would you hear my cry?
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