You will be penned into
A 142 mi.² space
Your food and water
And as you expire
And begin to buckle
Like stalks of plants
Unwatered
Food will fall
From the sky
You won't know where
You won't know when
Suddenly
JB! JB! his power over
Life & death
Is magical
Such mercy to have
His bombs kill us
While boxes of cans
And dry packaged
Calories shower us
From above
Little parachutes
And drones
Floating and humming
Snatched by hungry hands
Now we may decide
Who will live
Who will die
Our son or our daughter
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