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The new day is dawning they start counting the dead

The hard swollen bellies of the children not fed

Their land dry and parched still they pray for the rain

The massacre continues yet again and again

Year after year the lands ring death's bell

The children blind's eyes have a sad tale to tell

Their limbs bent and twisted, their minds hold no spark

Their crying in vain for no light breaks the dark

The land holds the hammer but mankind deals the blow

Economics and profit before compassion we show

Our excesses waste as the wealthy grow fat

Rather than give to the needy they'll let the food rot

At death's door they stand, only suffering they know