Lyrics:

The fruits of the earth are dried up in the sun
The children can't cry anymore
Desperate parents with lean empty hands
Their bodies are too weak, too sore
Fat bottomed breathers keep talking about hunger
And don't even know what it means
Under the cloak of pain charity
They feather their nest with your dreams
Cry for innocent children who die
An indignified death, it's a shame
Political power's more important than life
Let's stop this merciless game
Superfluous victuals piled up to the edge
The stocks are filled up to the sky
Millions of dollars for storage each year
And a nickel for people to die
We can't deny it's a shame for our race
It's about time to begin
With a fight against poverty, distress and pain
To hesitate now is a sin
Cry for innocent children who die
An indignified death, it's a shame
Political power's more important than life
Let's stop this merciless game