Dispossessed

Pestilence has come to the land.
If I saw the men who caused it
Sitting at my table
I would eat them alive.

The trees in the orchard
Fall on my heart's grave
The earth is a sea of bones
And nothing grows.

Only the rich can drink wine
And have full bellies.
They are the dregs who bartered all
And sent us into slavery.

It is a bitter thing
To be related to such vomit.
They murdered my wife
When she cursed their treachery.

Let them finish me too
I will not be silent.
My people lie on the roads
In a banquet of death.

And I will speak out
Wherever I go
Till the last breath
Is plundered from my body.