Famine Sector

<br>A shuttering retired widow,<br>Overlooks....a land condemned.<br>Persecuted sun has fled<br>Eternal midnight banes,<br>Winter of discontent<br>Surrounded by haunted rows of brittle dead crops<br>Farmers perish.<br>A multitude of children and of women and of men,<br>an army of none.<br>The weak will not succeed!<br>Death Drums Beat.<br>Uncounted heap....led aimlessly,<br>Towards a slit in the side of a dune,<br>several fall....the way is paved,<br>with slabs of human flesh,<br>A flock recoils....<br>Helpless masses,<br>scattered like unborn larvae.<br>He pulls his terror throttle<br>A flood of muticoloured shame,<br>Fills his shallow pit,<br>Bonfire<br>Smouldering<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn.<br>Famine Sector...<br>Famine Sector...<br>Famine Sector...<br>Famine Sector...<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>Expressionless, emotionless<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>As he analyzes his mummified treats<br>The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn.<br>Famine Sector...<br>Famine Sector...<br>Famine Sector...<br>Famine Sector...