The Rain maker is at the village square,
he is out there sweating profusely. Our people are on his neck,
and the children are starving before him.

Drought is here again, another menace hunting us so eminently.
Hope has gone as far as we are concerned, Hope is long gone, far away from us he has gone.
But Hunger and Pain is still with us, they promise to stay for the time been.

The Rain maker is frustrated,
for the rain isn't coming.
He looks up to the clouds but there is no answer. "The gods have forsaken us, he said at last". We have made them angry, this is our punishment for what we have done.

We lay down on our flattened bellies waiting for the time our ancestors will come and take our miserable souls away from the cursed land.

We begged for death to come...