Mar 2020
Nothing to hand out
left empty and dry
the drought of life has set in
the crops--how they die!
Whatever that's planted
has brought but despair and sigh
supplication shall not be answered
as the locusts in droves fly by.
left empty and dry
the drought of life has set in
the crops--how they die!
Whatever that's planted
has brought but despair and sigh
supplication shall not be answered
as the locusts in droves fly by.
* as metaphor in this our season of bewilderment and isolation
(M/Victoria, Australia)
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