I sing of Famine amid bountiful harvests... Granaries bulge with corn, while mute,suffering multitudes wait- gaunt .. wracked with hunger . Convoys, trundle down highways, bearing grain to distant battlefields- past emaciated , sun-lashed bodies, pathetically huddled... beyond starvation...too weak to beg. Little angels of mercy ‘unhonoured and unsung’ glide gently among the dying.. giving surcease - then, tenderly shutting eyes forever... Their faith in a God - all merciful ... infinitely loving - shaken to the very roots. Villages lie desolate and abandoned - not a living soul in sight. Fields once laden with Nature’s bounty now reduced to arid , blasted wasteland. Enormous swathes of ground lie strewn with the rotting corpses and skeletons of three million dead innocents. Massive flocks of vultures blotting out the sun- swoop down to feed on grisly carrion banquets . Jackals, curs .. rodents, in their millions, rustle through the fields of death- tearing at putrid flesh crunching through whitened bone . A monstrous pall of death blankets the entire land. The stench of a hell on earth assails the very heavens ... High in the skies , a faint rumble pierces the deathly stillness, as vast armadas tear past - in swift arrowing flight - to unleash maelstroms of death and destruction on the enemy lurking beyond the lofty ranges that loom - a faint blue blur on the distant horizon. With vaulting heart and soaring spirit - I sing of Man’s boundless Inhumanity to Man - that transcends all else. |