A little topical poem to fill in the gap. . .
In the name of religion, we defile the holy land,
And there's blood on the streets in the land of the free.
The climate kills crops as the earth turns to sand,
And the plants can't recover from the flight of the bees.
Man walked out of Africa, the cradle of life,
And then comes a disease that brings fever and death.
Earthquakes bring almighty destruction and strife,
And the air makes us choke on our last desperate breath.
The four horsemen watch with a slight hint of boredom,
As we humans do their terrible work for them.
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