Baby Killers

The powdered milk that the adverts sell
To third world mothers deprived and ill
The little tins of milk-white-lies
For the starving child that wants yet dies

Lured away from the mother's breast
By lies imported from the west
She cannot keep the bottle clean
She cannot read the little tin
Sees the picture clean and white
But never taught to read and write
The company that offers the bribe
For the deaths of a thousand kicks inside

To some people money means more than life
But only when it's someone else's life
Nestles' company pocket fillers
They're sucking from those tiny bellies
More money for the baby-killers breath
Life death lies