The rain has gone with none to come,
as lives have ended for more than just some.
New growth has died before it was born.
Nothing left, but death, hate and scorn.
Thirst to those who choose to stay.
A lifetime of burden from day to day.
Love and hope on one’s mind,
with thoughts of death only nightmares away.
For these people and their land,
the love is strong, but with little to gain?