Lizzie's kitchen is bare
With no LPG to keep the flame burning
Nor any vegetables to cook
The children sit huddled together
With a tired and hungry look
Lizzie will not give up
She stops at every single shop
To ask for food on credit
To feed her young brood.
The shopkeepers turn a deaf ear
And a blind eye to her pleas
Her promises to pay them back soon
Do not sound convincing
They just seem to forget
That the kids she is talking about
Are not her own, but the other peoples'
Abandoned children begging on the road.
In sheer frustration she turns away
And heads for the next parallel street
Hoping that she will not meet
With the same fate again,
She begins with her usual refrain
"Who among you will watch
Your children go to bed hungry?
If you rich folks cannot
Then why should poor me be different?"