The Mama's cry - A Song on Poverty

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born

And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads

And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car,
He tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born

And his mama cries

- In the Ghetto - Elvis Presley