A silence whistles through the trees

Sorrow soaking between the cracks

A dying word floats on the breeze

A man says "help me if you please"

With women dying on the tracks

A silence whistles through the trees

Why offer help if you only tease

Children living in home-made shacks

A dying word floats on the breeze

Proud men dropping to their knees

What can restore the strength he lacks?

A silence whistles through the trees

Women's hair at perfect tease

Men dressed in greys and browns and blacks

A dying word floats on the breeze

Generosity is in a freeze

Death is passed by lifeless hacks

A silence whistles through the trees

A dying word floats on the breeze