no one knows our names, lying in this grave unmarked, with no name. found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground. down into the ground. come & lay me down beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more. one fifty passed & 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 & 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.