We have no water

(Intro Voiceover - spoken over a subtle, atmospheric mix of the song's melody and distant, disturbing sounds)
"Every song has an origin. Some are born out of joy, others out of love... and some are born out of a reality too urgent to ignore.

(Verse 1)
Woke up this morning, sun was mean and high
Felt that old familiar hollow deep inside
Went to the kitchen, quiet as a stone
Momma stood there staring at the telephone
I pulled her dress, "Mommy, I'm hungry"
She didn't even look at me, just sighed

(Chorus)
She said, "Boy, we have no water, and we have no food."
The words hung in the air, heavy and rude
"It's not that there's none, it's just that it can't get in
They're standing at the border, they won't let it begin
They're blocking it, boy."
Yeah, they're blocking it.

(Verse 2)
I remember trucks on roads, a market loud and full
Now the silence is the loudest thing of all
I see the pictures on the screen, sacks of flour and of grain
Lined up and waiting in the sun and rain
But past that gate, past the wire and the wall
For a bowl of rice, we'd give our all

(Chorus)
"Boy, we have no water, and we have no food."
The words hung in the air, heavy and rude
"It's not that there's none, it's just that it can't get in
They're standing at the border, they won't let it begin
They're blocking it, boy."
Yeah, they're blocking it.

(Bridge)
And it ain't a storm that took the roof away
It ain't a drought that dried the well to clay
It's a man in a uniform, a flag on a sleeve
A policy written for us to grieve
It's a line on a map, a cold, calculated trap
While my toy truck sits idle on my lap.

(Guitar solo - raw, emotional, full of longing and anger, the melody from the intro is expanded and twisted)

(Chorus - more intense, vocals strained)
"BOY, WE HAVE NO WATER, AND WE HAVE NO FOOD!"
The world just turns away, it's attitude
"It's not that there's none, it's just that it can't get in!
They're standing with their guns, they won't let it begin!
They're blocking it, boy!"
Yeah, they're blocking it.

(Outro)
Mommy, I'm hungry...
(Music fades to just the faint, clean guitar)
They're blocking the bread...
They're blocking the medicine...
They're blocking the future...
(Whispered) ...Mommy, I'm hungry.

(Guitar note hangs and fades to silence)