Humanities Curse

Humanities curse is the crown on my head.
 
Knowing the children will never be fed.
 
Knowing the children will be piled up dead.
 
A place to collect, in the field or a shed.
 
A man made famine there by design.
 
Disease and poverty was there all the time.
 
From the first time their land was taken,
the final famine was in the making.
 
Missing generations can not complain,
while humanity plays at death's game.
 
For the rare earth they must die.
 
Mankind has always had blood in it's eye. ~Duke Deltree~