Calm is the dawning day,
As I from my bed I rise,
That at that moment one has died
I as little care as realise.
They have died because they had not to eat
The food Ive dumped that from my breakfast I have left
Though I never to them could it have given
Though waste, it is like from them a theft.
Little knowning and less caring I make my way
Through my world in which all is fair
I ask my God the day I never see
Of famine, and if I do, someone for me does care.
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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