Famine,
And not a crumb
To feed them with
And not a soul
To give them food
And not a hope
To help them live.
Death waits.
Disease,
And not a cure
To give them life
And not a doctor
To ease their way
And not a hope
To pull them through.
Death waits.
War,
And not a cause
For which to fight
And not a way
To keep them sane,
And not a hope
Of life beyond.
Death waits.
Death,
And not a place
For us to hide
And not a clue
What lies ahead
And not a hope,
For everywhere,
Death waits.
May '00
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