The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 3 Famine Poem by Owain Glyn
The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 3 Famine
I sit behind my brothers
I am Famine!
You have had your chances
Now you shall reap your rewards! !
I'll take this green and verdant land
And turn it all to sand.
I'll kill the fish within the seas
destroy your livestock, with disease.
I'll leave you only rats to eat
And then, when you think you're replete
I'll kill each rat, and yes, each mother,
Leaving you to eat each other!
Then, when only one is left
Humanity will be bereft.
But hear this now, and hear it well
I am the harbinger of hell! !
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Owain Glyn
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4/19/2024 6:28:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Famine is of our own doing, brought on by our ignorance and greed. While too many suffer, others live as kings fat and plump. If this society is ever to succeed, we must turn about the gravest of deeds. Make the individuals large and small equal in all things. Judgment not of words but actions leads the course of happenings. Responsibility will continue to fall upon the children who live on both sides of the fence. The division can be either tiny or great. That is a choice we all have to make.