There is no place in the upper kingdom 
not blighted with plague and famine 
The bones of corpses stripped of flesh litter our towns 
The desert reclaims the land 
Corrupt winds of pestilence and contagion 
Sicken the air with piteous lamentations of despair 

No living creature great or small is safe from the starving and the desperate 

Decades of drought 
Seven years without rain or annual flood 
The black earth is in ruins, cursing the unfed masses 
Reserves of grain exhausted 
Cities choked with sand 
Roving hordes of the starving and emaciated 
Scour the streets for what scraps they can scavenge 

Even insects and vermin fear to tread our cities 
Starving humans migrate like swarms of locusts 
Eating carrion corpses dogs, human excrement, animal dung 

The poor are forced to commit unheard of atrocities 
Noble women beg to become slaves and whores 
Children are dashed against walls 
Infants are roasted on high ground 

Those entombed are unearthed 
Diolating the royal dead 
What the pyramid concealed is defiled 
Lawlessness unchecked, chaos unopposed 
The land is deprived of kingship 

No refuge for the old the young 
The weak the malnourished 
The diseased sick who are left along to die 
As the just and unjust alike descend into wickedness 
And ravenously turn on each other 
The age of famine is upon us