Another baby’s face on a TV screen Undernourishment is The commentators theme The background to all this Is one of war Your burden is innocence And being poor We saw you crying on the weighing scales Your mother was bewildered As the Aid system fails
Your bony frame is only two years old Wide-open eyes Of fears untold You haven’t a clue About what’s going on But we can all see That something’s wrong You are another image from another land Your silent message screams For a helping hand
You are not responsible for the things being done There are others over there That brandish the gun I don’t mean to sound So ****** rude But how can they buy bullets And not your food? They may as well have put the gun to your head For two hours after filming We are told you are dead