I sing of Hunger in a land of bountiful harvests.
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I sing of granaries bulging with grain,
while long suffering multitudes wait outside , gaunt and wracked with hunger .
I sing of convoys ,their axles creaking in protest, trundling down highways
bearing grain to the distant battlefields
while emaciated , brown bodies lie pathetically huddled beside the highways …
beyond hunger…too weak even to beg.
I sing of villages ,desolate and abandoned ,with not a living soul in sight.
I sing of fields once lush and laden with crops
reduced to dry , blasted earth.
I sing of enormous swathes of ground around the myriad streams ,criss-crossing the land,
littered with rotting corpses and skeletons
of the three million dead innocents .
I sing of ,massive flocks of vultures blotting the sky above,
swooping down to feed on gargantuan feasts of carrion spread out below.
I sing of jackals, curs and rodents without number
prowling among the corpses
feeding on scraps of rotting flesh
crunching through brittle bone .
I sing of a hellish , unbearable stench pervading the very air around ,
blanketing the entire land
in a monstrous pall of death.
I sing of little angels of mercy who ‘unhonoured and unsung’
could do little beyond giving surcease to the dying,
their faith in an infinitely loving and all-merciful God
shaken to their very roots.
I sing of the faint rumble ,that pierces this stillness ,
as massive fleets of planes soar high in the skies overhead ,
on their way to rain death and destruction on the enemy
lurking just over the mountain range,
that looms ,a faint blue blur on the distant horizon….
I sing this paen to Man’s boundless Inhumanity to Man
- that transcends all else.