Five Thousand More

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 and lay me down
beside you here in this ground,
with five thousand more.

One fifty passed and 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 and 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.