Wasteland

poem

 

 

 

Wasteland

 

Farm lands destroyed and desolate.

The only seeded crops are mines

 which are still primed to detonate.

The land they fought for useless now

It can’t be farmed by either side

for fear of what may lie below.

Dispossessed by tides of war

the farmers fled as refugees

There’s nothing left worth staying for.

Perhaps in time: Improbably

the hidden mines will all be cleared.

 And then the farmers will be free

To cultivate their land again.

to feed their wives and families

Safe from the threat of warlike men,

who seek to slay their enemies.

 Without regard for damage done

 to farms and gardens they destroy.

Pay no respect to anyone

 the only tool they know the gun..

 

24-Mar-08

Reviews

[Flynn]

Wow! That is a really meaningful poem! I love farmland and feel that it is the people in rural settings who suffer the most in war usually. I wouldn't change anything!

[J. James Reider]

I am always intersted in reading other peoples descriptions of what they think of as a wasteland. It is very heart breaking and very true. War is a topic I have always found intimidating, and I have a huge level of respect for anyone who is willing to tackle it. (:

[Bear]

So true; so shameful the items of war that are left behind. Fine write, thanks for sharing!! Bear