Lyrics:

The fruits of the earth are dried up in the sun The children can't cry anymore Desperate parents with lean empty hands Their bodies are too weak, too sore Fat bottomed breathers keep talking about hunger And don't even know what it means Under the cloak of pain charity They feather their nest with your dreams Cry for innocent children who die An indignified death, it's a shame Political power's more important than life Let's stop this merciless game Superfluous victuals piled up to the edge The stocks are filled up to the sky Millions of dollars for storage each year And a nickel for people to die We can't deny it's a shame for our race It's about time to begin With a fight against poverty, distress and pain To hesitate now is a sin Cry for innocent children who die An indignified death, it's a shame Political power's more important than life Let's stop this merciless game