Life was meant to be precious
It was meant to be fruitfull
But drought has taken that all
Everything is now dry and lifeless

Dead bodies move around everyday
Moving around without hope for a better tomorrow
Their bodies being filled with darkness

Wishing for the day not to end
Because all the days are the same
Sunrise to them is the same as sunset
Day to them is the same as night

Without the hope to see another day
Their wish to die grows like a genetically modified chicken
Being eager to enter the grave
Life is no longer of importance