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I cry for children I don't know
I cry at dawn when the news breaks
that a little boy was disfigured
So that he may be forced to beg in India

I cry for children I don't know
in the dewy hours of the day
for ten, young Afghan girls
Who died collecting firewood

I cry for children I don't know
for Olivier and Anne-Sophie
who felt the fatal stab
of the man they called "papa"

I cry for children I don't know
who walk to school alone
Only to have their ears cut off
by a shadow waiting at the door

I cry for children I don't know
for the little white coffins
of twenty