The sadest part of life is self-poverty.
We children of the third world,
Wherever we may be,beg for opportunity.
We may not shine in gold and silver,
We may not know what holiday means;
But, we do live eachday like it is our best.
The tears we cry never run dry.
The pains we feel never subside.
The burdens we carry are not few.
We are not as happy as you.
It may never be our destiny to ride big cars.
We may never see santa nor eat wafers.
We may be used by some to get richer.
We get nothing for everything we offer.
Our plea is for health,education and peace.
We plead for respect for our lands and our future.
If the future belongs to us, then,
We should take possession of it.
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