Over country far and wide, travel the sufferers of the Great Hunger. As one of them, I have yet to see a healthy sinner. Once known as the land of Saints and Scholars, this land has become plagued by disease and hunger But we are still awaiting our day of reckoning .We are prisoners of plague with no escape. For now we lie helpless on the bleak ,dank floor of our final resting place. The stench of death lurks in the corridors and dark rooms. The children are suffering the torture of dehydration and starvation. Their bodies are wasted away and all that remains is their sharpened features and decaying bones. The shine of infancy gone and the look of premature old age in its place. Yes, these times are hard but may the Lord shine upon us in our time of need and on those we leave behind.