Five Thousand More
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No one knows our names, lying in this grave unmarked, with no name. Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground. Down into the ground.
Come & lay me down beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more. One fifty passed & the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger. I still hear you calling out today.
I walk past your grave each night & each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving.
I still hear you calling out today. Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though.
I still hear you calling out today.
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