A forlorn face greeted its arrival
It’s posed a real threat to survival
Pockets barely enough to sustain
Mouths try to feed on the remains
Aid has already been sent, we hear
Tons of food worth to last a year
Pangs of hunger do not relent
Bought patience−didn‘t cost a cent
The sun’s is scorching us on the north
But we hear floods have made food rot
And our brothers swept on the south
All long for something in the mouth
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