The Feeding Hour - Tragedy

Victims shrieking execrations

Thousands dead from heat prostration

Frightened by the beast on the other side

A mirrored nightmare poisoning blight

Remedies from the speeches of fools

Who gave us bandages to cure our disease

There will be no morals

Only each other left to eat

No one prays to the skies anymore

A cloud of ashen sickness

An unbreathable thickness

There will be no slumber when

Closing our eyes means certain death

The starvation marches have started

The scythe is being swung

Without aim or abandon

But we will carry on

The starvation marches have started

The bell will soon be rung

Marking the feeding hour

But we must carry on