In The Horn Of Africa

Where the precious top soil in the thirsty wind is flying
In the Horn of Africa millions of people are dying
The cattle there starving bones showing through the skin
And people young and old there hungry, weakly and thin

In the bare and scorched earth seedlings they do not sow
In the drought ravaged landscape anything does not grow
For many months there hasn't been any rain
Why many are born to suffer is beyond me to explain

Compared to them so very lucky am i
It will not be of want of food that i will die
The emaciated bodies from hunger vulnerable to disease
In the overcrowded camps of climate refugees

There are more pleasant things for one to write about
Than imges on  t v of  lands ravaged by drought
Of people and their animals of hunger just wasting away
In the sun scorched Horn of Africa today

Their thin and starving animals are not worth killing for meat
Where millions are hungry there is nothing to eat
In the Horn of Africa the earth scorched and dry
And the sun all day long burns in the blue sky.