Land of Death

Vast was soil that bore no bite

Famished was the folk who ate none

Never wanting to leave the land

Showed that the unwell would pass on

Generations of afflictions

Never restored health to the land

The land never satisfying

Had taken its toll on the mass

In came one who could reheal

One with a remedy and hope

But who arrived overdue and

Only saw the end of darkness

Unanswered are questions of why

If only they had left the land

If only the healer came fast

Maybe hope could have been restored