When the sun goes down

In the land of Bukori Island its eary at dawn
Every fisherman runs up and down
From a distance you mistake them for a crown
All they wonder is what to eat at sun down


Hunger stricken children suffer from full blown
Mothers anguishing in pain as animals die in the lawn
No one dares to carry the cross of the thrown
Wonder what happens when the sun goes down?


Dust cover people faces brown
No thatched huts wind blown
Nothing to satisfy hunger from dusk to dawn
No one to point fingers at the thrown
Only hope for the best when the sun goes down