Ode to hope and change

On a cold and grey chicago mor’n
A poor little child was born
In the Ghetto
And his Mama cried

In a crisp and blue Washington square
People qued without any fair
In the USA
And the people hoped

Around the tv’sets in warm little shacks
Fathers and mothers sat on their sacks
In the Asian city slums
And the people prayed

On the small fishingmens’ boats
Poor people huddled inside their old coats
Outside the shores of Haiti
And the people smiled

In the rainforests daylight brakes
Wake up cries come from the threatened apes
In the heart of Africa
And the ecosystems sighed

On a cold and grey Chicago mor’n
Another little baby child was born
In the ghetto
And his Mama laughed

Andrew no fish but full of hope K