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.