Farmlands were Blooming
Plants growing rapidly.
Farming was indeed beautiful
The joy for farming was second to none
Lands were fertile
Hunger was no where to be found.
There were plenty and many more to be reserved.
Truly, life was indeed beautiful.
Not until drought invaded the land
Little by little plants begin to wither off
Harvested crops became rotten
Rain wasn't forth coming
Lands became stony in nature
Everywhere was dry
Hunger began to set in
Life became hard once again
Stealing became the last resort for Survival
Who shall we run to?
Where should we head for Survival?
Living in our darkest Plight was like Hell.
Survival was nowhere near our radar
There was famine throughout
Roses became stouted
Humans suffered Gout
Life was totally unbearable
Are we going to Survive this present predicament??
©TB Marvee🖊️🖊️
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