I sing of Famine amid bountiful harvests-
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Granaries bulge with corn ,
while mute , long suffering multitudes wait-
gaunt and wracked with hunger .
Convoys , trundle down highways
bearing grain to distant battlefields
past emaciated , sun-scourged bodies
pathetically huddled …
beyond starvation…too weak to beg.
Little angels of mercy
‘unhonoured and unsung’
glide gently among the dying
giving surcease ,then
tenderly shutting eyes forever….
their faith in God ,
all merciful and infinitely loving,
shaken to the very roots.
Villages ,lie desolate and abandoned -
not a living soul in sight.
Fields once laden with Nature’s bounty now
reduced to dry , blasted earth.
Enormous swathes of ground,
littered with rotting corpses and skeletons
of three million dead innocents .
Massive flocks of vultures ,
blotting out the sun ,
swoop down to feed
on grisly banquets of carrion.
Jackals, curs and rodents ,in their millions
rustle through the fields of death
tearing at putrid flesh
crunching through whitened bone .
A monstrous pall of death
blankets the entire land.
The stench of a hell on earth
assails the very heavens
…… High in the skies , a faint rumble
pierces the deathly stillness,
as vast armadas tear past ,
in swift arrowing flight ,
to unleash maelstroms of death and destruction
on the enemy
lurking beyond the lofty ranges
that loom ,
a faint blue blur on the distant horizon.
With vaulting heart and soaring spirit -
I sing of Man’s boundless Inhumanity to Man
- that transcends all else.