Five Thousand More

No one knows our names, lying here in these graves unmarked
with no name, with no name
Found you lying down by the roadside, half-ways melted
into the ground, down into the ground

Come and lay me down
beside you here in this ground
with five thousand more
with five thousand more

One fifty passed and 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 and 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