This poem is based on the famine in the Soviet Union in the early 1920s.
Some chose to feel less guilty
So they feasted on those that were already dead
Ears, eyes, fingers and toes
No inch of body left to bury
Some had to kill
Neighbours leaving beartrap for elderly widow next door
Parents choosing smallest child first
Husband gnawing at wife's pale lifeless breasts
Had the same happened to you
You say you'd rather die of starvation
But would you?
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