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!