vicious cycle of despair unbroken as the refrain of a cracked disc
your lot to improve at dawn they say but recycled rulers continue the mindless plunder
famished inhabitants bandied on a yawning road endure another bumpy ride
hope turned sour stale dreams weary scared and scarred they drop dead waiting for manna
scooping oil to distant shores as hope dims in Canaan land
game for the king crumbs for the hunter
harvest from the husbandry hunger for the husbandmen
honey from the beehive non for the bees
welcome the falcon disrobe the falconer
song for the bridegroom dirge for the bride
grass for the king’s horses a fast for milking cows
raping the virgin land she lays bare
oblivious of insipient death as rampaging rogues continue their mortal assault
