Skulls and bones
They call Somalia
home
Starving children
Having pain and
death
For their dinner
Disease doesn't
go hungry
It goes to bed
well fed
As famine takes
everything
And leaves
nothing
It will travel on
To other countries
A nightmare’s
dream come true
Hate, anger,
blood and tears
Is the fuel
This is the
world's destiny
©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley
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