Ten thousand children slipped into the cracks Missing in action while we turned our backs One less mouth to feed, mouth to feed Ten thousand vultures swirling patiently This nameless meat is unaccompanied One less mouth to feed, mouth to feed In this brutal lottery There would be headlines, outcries There would be a vigil every night If the child was ours If the child was white If it was our child Ten thousand children through our border passed They couldn't tell us and we never asked Blissful apathy, apathy Ten thousand reasons why you didn't care Someone is paid to do that work somewhere Blissful apathy, apathy Oh that brutal lottery There would be headlines, outcries There would be a vigil every night If the child was ours If the child was white If it was our child I heard a story several years ago The bones of children from the famine boats Washed up nameless on some foreign coast Another century could have been you and me In this brutal lottery There would be headlines, outcries There would be a vigil every night If the child was ours If the child was white If it was our child There would be milk cartons and fliers There would be a show of public might If the child was ours If the child was white If it was our child