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A Bowl Of Rice
At night I dream that I can fly,
by day I hear the hungry cry;
The gnawing beast that destroys the soul,
the cry’s for help but for a single bowl.
Our eyes are blind and conscience freed,
when we ignore the children’s need;
For we have much and much to give,
there are many small ones that want to live;
How can we dream and ignore the price,
when there are children that dream of a bowl of rice.
