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© 2006 David P. Wirth On the streets of Delhi A little boy is crying He slowly looks up at me With his bruised face Said he had been locked up Working in a factory 18 long hard hours Day in, day out One day he made a mistake They beat him up severely He found a way to escape But there’s more left behind Only 8 years of age Taken from his parents They do to this little boy What they should not Chorus Look at the tears of the oppressed They have no comforter Their oppressor had the power But they have no comforter In the streets of Thailand Through the building window A little girl is starring Behind steel bars Inside the filthy entrance Two men are standing talking One lays down all his money And points at her He takes her to the back room And closed the door behind them And does to this little girl What he should not Only six years of age Taken from her parents They do this little girl What they should not