• Is this progress?
    What is war?
    What is Poverty?

    And they call our world progress,
    But do they see
    Do they see the young little boy
    The little boy with no food,
    No toys,
    No friends...

    No, they leave him alone
    In the street,
    with a mother and father who do not care

    Less fortunate are the ones they notice
    The ones they send
    To the dark houses
    With dark people
    Strangers who's only worry
    Is "when will i be payed next"
    "How can i pay
    As little as possible
    To keep this boy,
    This girl,
    These siblings..."

    This world chooses not to see
    See the children as they grow,
    As they grow to become...

    And they call this progress....