Clann Zu Five Thousand More
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.
