The hungry land is swallowing
the helpless souls and wallowing
with frowning face and deafening drum -
beating bellies with deadly rum...
The heartless cloud and land connive
to sieze water - for man to strive
and claim the souls of young and old
with extreme hot and careless cold...
The smiling moon has gone afar;
the caring stars are now debarred;
the catering breeze is chased away
and aches has filled the night and day...
The legs cannot withstand the drought;
they only stick to what is brought
and call with tears the Mighty King
to bring relief and sudden spring...
I hear the cries of dying souls -With pains they call for feeding bowls:
''We need your aids to live longer;
we quest for help to live better!''...
You need to lull the crying souls
and send your aids in million folds...
and send your aids in million folds...
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