The Children are Dying
(tune: Sweet Betsy from Pike)
Here in this world we’re white, yellow, or black
Could be born in a mansion or it could be a shack
We take life for granted and think it’s our right
To have full employment and to sleep well at night
But do we consider the rest of the folk
The ones who are desperate, hungry, or broke
The folks who are living away over there
In fact now I wonder if even we care
The babies are starving and many will die
While mothers and fathers just stand there and cry
To them this is hell, a land of torment
I am sure this is not what the Good Father meant
He gave us this earth to have and to share
Now what shall we do for the poor over there
Have we grown so complacent we just don’t know why
The parents are weeping as their children die
Words by Lloyd M. Rickard & daughter Sherry Ann Rickard
It is hoped that these words will touch your hearts!