What is it dead children say
To the coming of the morning,
When all their love has gone away
And mothers gave no warning?
Come say to me, I’ll say to thee
That all that’s lost is gone,
And all that’s left of worth bereft
Since we ran out of corn.
I’ll say to thee, you’ll say to me
That all that’s here remains,
Since we’ve no need of cattle feed
When we can drink our grains.
17 December 2004