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.