Where I live, hungry children are crying

I am not angry, at my own condition

I just want people to know my position

My people are starving, that must be a crime

When some have so much, and some have so little

There must be a place, we can meet in the middle

Our water is poisoned, poverty's intense

We cry inequality, they just build a fence

We don't even own, the ditch where we're dying

This world is rich, but it is not right

We're asking for help, before we run out of time

We can't live on talk, we just need a hand

We'll walk from the slums, to the promised land