Hand of your god feeds once a week Say you're done your part, you give so much As you keep building up your churches Stained glass and needless luxuries This problem will never go away If only fed each day. A security blanket woven To comfort and ensure. This problem will never go away. If only fed each day. Little thought given. To an individual fate. Just a lost piece of the world Seen in the corner of your eye. For a moment a glance is given. But it remains, and is forgotten with time. Your claim they will always be there. You place the blame on them. Instill a reason to live An opportunity to obtain a sense of pride. Not only stripped of shelter But all that was inside Each one. Alone. No Different Each one. Still feels pain. X(4)