Stand in line
Wait your turn
Excessive heat and dust
Stand in line
To get some food
Stand in line you must
There is no rain upon this land
No clouds up in the sky
Stand in line to receive some aid
Stand in line or die
Travel far and stand in line
Far overland for help
Carry your children in your arms
To save them and yourself
Give us peace and no more war
No more standing in line
Let us have rain so our crops can grow
With no more people dying
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