In barren lands, children perish,
Cradled by the suffering of their stunted mother …
In the dust and indifference of existence,
Sweeping away all hopes of subsistence…
In war-torn lands, manipulated children
Play with guns or throw stones,
Die innocent toys
Of the absurdity
And the pride of their fathers.
In the rich lands
Fat children
Wallow in front of the TV
Watching war and misery
pass laconically before their dull eyes.
The children of the earth will be the MEN of the future!