Do They Know It’s Christmas?
It’s a question that’s been asked before
By better folks than me
But as I sit reflecting
It’s a thought that still roams free.
It’s not just kids in Africa
Who’re hungry now as then
But there’s other children
Here at home
What will become of them?
We can sit here at computers
With our cups and cupboards full
But there’s folks out there a-shivering
Exceptions to the rule
Of good-tidings now to all mankind
And joyous season’s greetings
The children who’ll have nothing
But some sharp words and a beating.
So as we all enjoy good cheer
And with crowded shops we cope
I’ll think again of children who
Lack food, lack love, lack hope.