| Lyrics: | The new day is dawning they start counting the dead,
The hard swollen bellies of the children
not fed,
Their land dry and parched still they pray for the rain,
The massacre continous
yet again and again.
Year after year the lands ring deaths bell,
The childrens blind
eyes have a sad tale to tell,
Their limbs bent and twisted, their kinds hold no
spark,
They're crying in vain for no light breaks the dark.
The land holds the
hammer but mankind deals the blow,
Economics and pro
fit before compassion we
show,
Our excesses waste as the wealthy grow fat,
Rather than give to the needy they'll
let the food rot.
At death door they stand, only suffering they know |
