'When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, "A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; but do not damage the oil and the wine."' Revelation 6: 5-6
The world has seen plague, and war
Death has had a day to remember
But Famine rides the black horse
When Famine rides humanity starves
Call Famine by his name, rightly
For he is powerful, even mighty
If supplies of the wine and oil remain
Bread and staples are nonetheless lost
To the wealthy as well as the meek
Beware the final hour
For it is then that the horsemen ride
The mightiest will die tasting defeat
Just as surely as will pass the most weak
The warriors of Mars cannot fight
For they scream inside with hunger
We can watch as humanity falls
Hungry for specks of bread
The smallest morsel hidden jealously
The dying will envy the dead
Because
Of all the horsemen
Famine is the most dangerous
Food is the key, the mightiest warrior will fall
Over hunger in his belly
“the goddess knew that her daughter had been taken, and tore
her hair into utter disorder, and repeatedly struck her breasts
with the palms of both hands. With her daughter’s location a
mystery still, she reproaches the whole earth as ungrateful,
unworthy her gift of grain crops, and Sicily more than the others,
where she has discovered the proof of her loss; and so it was here
that her fierce hand shattered the earth-turning plows, here
that the farmers and cattle perished alike, and here that she
bade the plowed fields default on their trust by blighting the
seeds in their keeping. Sicilian fertility, which had been
everywhere famous, was given the lie when the crops died as
they sprouted, now ruined by too much heat, and now by too
heavy a rainfall; stars and winds harmed them, and the greedy
birds devoured the seed as it was sown; the harvest of wheat
was defeated by thorns and darnels and unappeasable grasses.” Ovid
