I haven't eaten for three days. Away with you, woman, leave us - sell your sugared words in another village. All I want is a little food. I tell you, we have nothing. Days of plague and famine.
Rivers run to dust.
While Generals plead for better bombs. Soon this will be a Village of ghosts. Hunger hardens your miserable hearts, I shall just have to settle for soup. Not beg, I never beg, I share. Always I share.