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What they can do
What they can do
A Heartfelt Appeal to All Capable Members of Society:
Give Them Some Flowers Too.
These children suffer, shivering in cold,
With no warm clothes, their stories untold.
Countless children go to bed unfed,
Every day, their childhood is shed.
Suppressing their hearts, tears fill their eyes,
Enduring harsh scolds, living in lies.
These children suffer, shivering in cold,
With no warm clothes, their stories untold.
Hear their plea, oh wealthy and grand!
Give them flowers, lend them a hand!
With torn, dirty bags, they cry out loud,
Suppressing their hearts, tears fall unbowed.
Enduring harsh scolds, living in plight,
Yearning for dawn, fearing the night.
These chil
dren suffer, shivering in cold,
With no warm clothes, their stories untold.
You live in mansions, why burn their shacks?
Cutting fallen branches, adding to their lacks.
With bent backs, they step, uncounted and slow,
Suppressing their hearts, tears flow and flow.
Enduring harsh scolds, living in pain,
Dreaming of sunshine, drenched in rain.
These children suffer, shivering in cold,
With no warm clothes, their stories untold.
You spill wine, flaunting your flair,
While they clutch empty stomachs, in despair.
These children suffer, shivering in cold,
With no warm clothes, their stories untold.
Suppressing their hearts, tears fall anew,
Enduring harsh scolds, what can they do?
