Cambodia, a sunset,
Picturesque and fine,
These streets now desolate,
Were crowded once in time,
A baby cries,
A child dies every now and then,
You've once been told so never forget
Hunger humbles men,
Oh yes you say we've given bread to help cambodian children,
Then give some more, help the poor, the starving and the needy
We Europeans our bellies full are over fed and greedy,
'I'm Sorry' But sorry is not enough
Many still are dying,
So stop and think as you stuff your face,
Of all those people dying.