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