How many shirts and shoes, how many scentless perfumes?

When there’s a child…aching

How thick your walls that you can’t hear?

How dark your windows that you can’t see?

 Growth in your size, not in your heart

And you choose to close your eyes

How many rocks that glitter only in your shallow eyes?

When there’s a child… hungry

So much caviar in your past and you’re not full

So much wine in your future, you’re still not high

The shine of your jewels has made you blind

To the child out there in need of shade

How many subjects before you conjugate as “we”?

When there’s even one child…hopeless

How many castles do you need to call your own?

How many towns have to be yours?

Where every stone’s got to bare your name

Before you think of the child that’s dying

You wanted a child of your own, but five were born

Yet there’s another child…homeless

How many churches can you build?

How many donations to those who have so much?

Before you commit all deadly sins

When you know there’s a child that knows no God, no school and no love.

Written by Karim Kadiri on 12/28/05

In response to the article about Soufian on the BBC.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/4553044.stm