Le troisième cavalier
The black horse trudges every track,
a cloud of dust raised
from each plodding hoof
on would-be well tended land.
Its rider, with weighing scales clanking,
whispers darkness on the wind--
encouraging the corporate farmers
to let growing fields lay fallow
and alter grain for yield
regardless of nutrition.
His skinless grin
and empty sockets survey
the line of women walking,
forever risking rape,
to collect contaminated
water for their families.
A human right means nothing
to a servant of apocalyptic greed.
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