Running Wild

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