In the middle of the road you see the darnedest things
I think Chrissy Hynde wrote this song. It sure sounds like she is talking about these kids, and the other third world kids that are being trafficked.
It seems it was McNoName, not Trump, who disparaged families of POW/MIA and others in the military.
Excerpt:
"Is McC--- haunted by these memories? Does he suppress POW information because its surfacing would rekindle his feelings of shame? On this subject, all I have are questions.
"Many stories have been written about McC---'s explosive temper, so volcanic that colleagues are loathed to speak openly about it. One veteran congressman who has observed him over the years asked for confidentiality and made this brief comment: "This is a man not at peace with himself."
"He was certainly far from calm on the Senate POW committee. He browbeat expert witnesses who came with information about unreturned POWs. Family members who have personally faced McCain and pressed him to end the secrecy also have been treated to his legendary temper. He has screamed at them, insulted them, brought women to tears. Mostly his responses to them have been versions of: How dare you question my patriotism? In 1996, he roughly pushed aside a group of POW family members who had waited outside a hearing room to appeal to him, including a mother in a wheelchair."
"But even without answers to what may be hidden in the recesses of McC---'s mind, one thing about the POW story is clear: If American prisoners were dishonored by being written off and left to die, that's something the American public ought to know about."
Chrissy Hynde wrote that song in the early '80s. I haven't watched the video of those children in London but based on the comments to this thread, it appears they may date from about the same time. I'm not suggesting Chrissy knew anything but sometimes, a perceptive person, puts things together from what she's reads in the newspapers, personal experience and her understanding of human nature. The reference to "Hampstead nursery" set the bells off. Perhaps I'll do a little further digging.