WORLD GAME1 The desert call-box Alone it stands in the desert Ringing away as it does With nobody at all to answer it And who is making the call? The sun is beaming down on the call-box A desert lizard crawls to the box's shadow Escaping the heat of the sun As the time is ticking away. There's nothing and no-one for miles around Yet the telephone still rings on There's nothing but sand and small frizzled plants So who's going to answer the call? Mike Nugent I stand by the window I get very excited but not by the coconut tree standing still without whistling or by the hens pecking by the wooden houses or the goats chewing tomatoes or the brown sand lying on the leaves and stones on the road, the yard - but by the sun the sun is very powerful and is making a shadow on the dogs fighting that looks like a tree rustling and whistling. Shamin Ugradar At our gate the refugees wait and wait As the army tanks come sailing by People with thin chests and swollen bellies So weak they can't move They just need food. Our garden is full of ripe fruit and shiny vegetables While the srub outside is weeds and cactus With bushes that tumble here and there. No wonder refugees plunder With scrub so high and dry No wonder people die As the army tanks come sailing by. Stuart Gilfoyle In this island it never rains and it always shines The people go hunting for lions and tigers If you want to cross the river you must chop down a tree If you fall in the river you must make friends with a fish If you sit on the back she will take you across. They return to their tents Red and orange, green and yellow Haleema The Sahara in London - sand storms every day Cactus growing wildly Rats crawl out at night The stations full of people trying to escape The Thames has all dried up. People dropping dead rotting in the sand. So the railway breaks down cars won't start no buses go through Trafalgar Square. The Queen is safe in America and no people live here anymore because London is a desert. Julie Woods