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Hungry faces search the cloudless sky

Salivating from their deep set eyes

Shrunken skin and bones

Dust and sand their homes

They wait for metal bird

To bring them food supplies

Vultures circle high above their empty heads

Dirt and stone for beds

Their bellies still unfed

Waste not, want more

No crops will grow upon these barren lands

Only dust and heat rise from the scorching sands

Their water spreads disease

It brings them to their knees

Waste not, want more