About the welfare of their own,
They’ll wince at kids delirious
In throes before their final moan:
Somali infants starved near death
By famine of appalling breadth.
Humanitarian relief
From charities around the globe
Have done a lot to staunch the grief
That makes a plaything, that of Job.
Philanthropists like Bono draw
Attention to these frights that gnaw.
But neighbors of this lawless land
Whose children live in luxury
Must find it thorny secondhand
To grasp the sort of penury
Where parents interrupt their treks
To bury babes. Sheiks, write more checks!
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