The Reaping

The Reaping

A Poem by charlie
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No trees: no rain.

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Ten million men: they’re marvellous!

Fat, ridin’ on the gold sheep’s back:

Advancin’ with the Southern Cross

And mother England’s Union Jack:

         

“We’ll burn the flamin’ houses down!

We’ll turn ‘em into ploughin’ ground.”


 


 


Ten million men: they’re marvellous!

Dry-reachin’ for the season’s rain:

Grimacin’ at the Southern Cross

Through scorchin’ haze and dust drenched plains...


“We’ve burned the flamin’ houses down!

We’ve turned ‘em into ploughin’ ground.”


















© 2018 charlie


Author's Note

charlie
“As much land has been cleared in the last 50 years in Australia as was cleared in the previous 150 years.” And hey presto! Another drought has been pulled out of the hat...

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Added on August 7, 2018
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