A year after a year, no drop of rain
Dust rises high like smoke in the air
Hills once green have turned brown
Plains lay bald and completely bare
Birds have fled to the far away lands
Cows are dying each and everyday
Children starving in their mothers' hands
People and animals, all die in the same way
Food is scarce and water is so dear
A cup of water is worth a mine of gold
It feels like the end is drawing nearer
Sooner than in the stories we’ve always been told.