The good People were the first to starve.
The ones that were generous starved
The ones that did not steal starved
The ones that did not kill starved
The ones that did not resort to cannibalism starved
In the end, there were no good people left
-some ukranian hag talking about holodomor
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if---
https://readingroo.ms/6/2/7/0/62709/62709-h/62709-h.htm
https://allpoetry.com/Even-As-A-Child
egregore
What I possess, I see far distant lying,
And what I lost, grows real and undying.
-faust
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43999/work-without-hope