We Are Children Of This Land

A drop of water is all we need

Prayed the people with devotion,

We need the water to till our fields

And set our lives into motion.

Parched are our throats, dry our lips

Show us some pity,

We too are children of this land

And not just those who live in the city.

We too have mouths to feed

And many a stomach to fill,

And with this drought looming over our heads

We are slowly losing our heart and will.

Don't weep for us out of pity

But send us your bountiful blessings,

As we too are the children of this land

Even in our humble abodes and dressings.

The barren land stretched far

As far as the eye could see,

Not a drop of water had graced the soil

So devoid was it of any shrub or tree.

We too are children of this land

Wept the poor men,

How do you expect us to live this life,

With you being elusive yet again?

A pitter-patter came across the field

And slowly it's volume grew,

The farmers' prayers had been answered

Their lives could now be started anew.

Happy smiles blossomed across the faces

Of the tired and worn-out men,

We too are children of this land they thought

Their prayers heard and faith in the land

Restored yet again.