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.