Sword of Famine (the most unfinished)
Starving legions
hand in hand
congregate
across the land
feeding their mouths
with cakes and crumbs
still filling their stomachs
while their bodies are numb
dying from a plague
while the false idols
paint the wanting eyes gold
they idling away
thinking that their fame and fortune
will come if they pray
forgetting the body grows old
as they wait for their time to come
and instead of getting what they want
they get none and die empty
the real plight of the century