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Begging with our final breath

rationing the little left.

Toiling onward without rest

harvest yielding less and less.

Hungry mouths held open wide

hoping for a taste of life.

Sitting listless side-by-side

seeing all through sightless eyes.

Pleading with a price too low

a cost that no-one else can know.

Bartering with heart and soul

offering our empty homes.

Charity arrives too late

we have all been dead for days.

No more hungry mouths to sate

heaped in mass communal graves.