Come Mortals
Mind venture with me
To the land
Of the living mortuary
Where death
Is a blessing in disguise
To the children
Of a thousand pleading eyes
Emaciation
Like hungers festoon
Sallow skin
Over skeleton strewn
Disease
A constant torment
Desperate fly’s
Drinking tears of descent
Arid river
Of desiccated bone
Propagation
Desolation ungrown
Come mortals
Mind venture with me
To a land
In the 21st century
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
famine is one of mother natures tools to reduce the overbreeding human race Sad but ultimately necessary