Do you know where their children are?...Do you care?   They're withering away on desert plains   rotting flesh in withering pain   sickle skelatons who sleep in piss   covered in flies and fucking shit   do you care?   they're quarantined by barbed wire fence   filled with disease and massive stench   there is no shelter they sleep on stone   they watch eachother turn to bone   do you care?   they're retarted zombies in huddled mass   left to rot like fucking trash   attention drops as bodies mount   too many victims to fucking count...   do you care?   they're withering away on desert plains   rotting flesh in withering pain   sickly skelatons who sleep in piss   no human beings should have to live like this   yet you know where their children are,   you see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shithole   you cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched children   that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms   that seem to make everything better   who should you care, after all, tehy're not your children...for now!