Drawn by the drought
From the north to the east
A land of the dead
Some await their death
A struggle with life
Yet the bird await the death
A snap of shot
A turn so snappy
He struggled amidst his death
A prize was won
He won his prize, death pulitzer prize
The death of the dead, a suicide
The man had his death won
The child had the destiny gone
We all earn a prize
All has a prize, not just the pulitzer prize
