After
the lack of rain 
come the fires

Then after 
the fires 
come the wars

The water runs out
and then
comes the judgement

The eyes of
survivors
Dull from starving

Still alive enough
to know
where to find blame

Didn’t anyone tell us
Of course someone told us
There are so many shouting
It is all you can hear
There are multitudes crying
that this hot world is dying 
and no one replying
does enough to ease fear

After
the fear
comes the hunger

Tangled up
in the hunger
will come the scramble to live

After 
living a while 
past the end of the countries

We’ll find ways
to hate each other
Drawing lines in the dust