The Rich Lands Will Become Poor Lands Poem by Basil Gentleman

the rich lands
will become poor lands
and all kinds of horrors will be seen.
men will seek refuge
in the depths of the earth
and also hide in the sea.
starving mothers
will hold their infants
by the wayside
and weep under a blackened sky.

one man though
will be dancing in the night
who all will be forced to obey.
he will be laughing at the downhearted,
pointing his finger,
calling the men pathetic
as he kills their women.
a grim and terrible figure.