Famine
When famine comes to feed on us
We fight it just like life taught us,
We go from one field to another
In hope that we could feed our brother.
We roam the fields in light and dark,
Waiting to find the God given mark,
Though naught we find, we don’t give up
As with all the deaths we are fed up.
Soon winter will come and now will be autumn
Though the stocks had never had food on the bottom
We will all starve to death if the winter will come
We will all freeze to death until we are numb.
