Above, the clear blue sky
Treats the people with no hope,
The scorching sun gives them
Unending nightmares,
This is the biting drought of NEP.
Below, the hot dry land,
Make their heads shake in agony,
And the carcasses all over
Worsens the situation,
This is the biting drought of NEP.
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