Wasting away in dusty conditions,
Famine wipes out the starved,
Their cattle dead,
Nothing to keep them alive.
Water that's needed desperately,
Evapourates with the burning sun,
They fight for their lives,
Many fail to survive.
Babies with aids,
Parents with swollen stomachs,
What chance have these families got?
Help is needed,
In any size, shape or form,
Those willing and able to help,
These people call out for you.
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