Potatoes blight-smothered
Bright uniformed enforcers
Turfing out sunken Mothers
Brother killing brother
Proddie oaths uttered
Eating weeds stifling hunger
Brits living it up
Legs up at the Ritz
Taigs taking the sip
Of traitor’s soup
Trains of troopers
Trained for rural evictions
Such scenes lately fixtures
Long fissures, spuds dead in lazy beds
Country is a crypt
In famine’s grip
Mass grave is cavernous
Head cave, so ravenous
Ate his eyes and brain, every scrap
Who could be blamed
Flesh-scented flames pleasing to satan
A breeze away hastens their evil deeds
Screaming children fasten to tits unfit for feeding
Bleeding teeth sucking on rock chips and reeds
For what has this reckoning come
A corrupted church, reckon some
Tongues hardened with disuse, quick to abuse
Eschewing taboo chew down on the newly
Dead, and you would too had you
Been there, too weak to stone the hare
All skin and bone, lank haired and staring
Praying the quickest way to Charon’s ferry
In an abandoned dairy sufficiently solitary
The grizzly work of preparing the unburied
Even the priest partakes, making it OK
The folk who obey scripture abstain
They will see this day, then another but only maybe
Itching at sores, inching closer Hades
Alchemisland 
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