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For Water… We Suffer… We Beg… Two billion of us… We Suffer… We Beg… For Water. Why? Don't ask us. Ask the men who go around in cars made of gold, Ask the men who dwell in colossal and flashy caves, Ask the men who spend money as if it grows on trees,   Ask those men, Those men who squander water without thought, Ask them. Ask them, While we rot on dry fields made of nothing but Brown Dirt. While our throats become so dry they bleed thick blood. While our bodies are crushed up and hearts ripped apart. While our life slowly disappears into thin air. While… For Water… We Suffer… We Beg… Two billion of us… We Suffer… We

Even at this early hour of the morning, People rushing too fast; Too fast to notice the little things. Like the girl at the bustop crying, The little boy who can't remember the way to school, And the young woman who quietly observes all.