Upon lands of unmitigated waste
Water shortages are a tall order
Tables of food left to rot
This hunger is bottomless
Drops of conditioner
In your hair go sour
Lunch hours are over
And you are still hungry
Give and take
Relatives break your heart
But keep pace with your sorrow
Long minutes blissfully follow
Condition you to believe
Their false stories
I give breath and incense to the fire
Lords of laughter
Understand our hatred
Form equations in their basements
Why do we even bother
If we are really here to give
Then let’s open our hearts
And hands to all of our
Sisters and brothers