Famine
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse 2/4
To tip the scales suggests that they
Are right now equal, as they weigh
A greed with which we think we fight
Though it becomes us in the night
Selfish people, selfish nation
Leave them be in their starvation
Single-minded and short-sighted
In denial ‘bout land we blighted
So desperate to call life a gift
We’re unaware of where we shift
The blame of all the people’s plights
As our intention, method spites
A famine of humanity
Always reflects insanity
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This was the last of my series on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. If you want to check out the other poems, you can find them here: Death, Pestilence, War.
Thanks for reading, and have a great day :)
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Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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