.....the rain came on and on with hail stone of of hard ice..... it cracked our bones to the ground fille with lice.... our jagged cloth got wet with the urine of those scary mice..... our life went down to being not nice..... oh.. those sad cries that bulged our eyes.... our broken hearts re not mendable with dice of death... oh our hearts re blown off by the sad wind of the northern hemisphere..... our sickness re too old to be cured...... though the doctors re lazy.... why re we beggers....? passers by says we lament..... the jingles in the campaigne says....... its the song by road side...