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
