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But worse yet, the people themselves, the precious children of Zion,
    are treated like clay pots formed by a potter—
Now debased and devalued,
    but they were once worth their weight in gold.

Cruelty marks our young women.
    Even jackals nourish their young,
But like the stupid ostrich in the desert,
    my people don’t care a whit for their own.

Desperate infants thirst for milk,
    their tongues stuck to the roofs of their mouths.
Hungry children beg for food,
    and no one responds.

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