Children Of Poverty

As we twirl,
And sing and dance,
The rain pours down,
And the mud starts to swirl.

This not fun to us,
This is hope,
For a better day,
We sing -

Can we have
A blanket please,
Or a jacket to keep us warm -

How about a slice of bread,
Or some fruit,
To keep us fed.

As rain pours down,
Each drop is ours,
A tear of hunger,
Of cold and pain.

We ask not for money,
But for food,
And warmth,
And a place to stay.

We wish for freedom -
For peace from poverty.