No one knows our names,
lying in this grave unmarked,
with no name.
Found you lying down
by the roadside, half ways melted
into the ground. Down into the ground.
Come & lay me down
beside you here in this ground, with
five thousand more.
One fifty passed & the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger.
I still hear you calling out today.
I walk past your grave each night & each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving.
I still hear you calling out today.
Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though.
I still hear you calling out today.