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Now is the Harvest of Our Hatred ©

H Marshall
Scotland
2004

Much more than fearsome gale,
torrential flood
or scorching drought
has so ravaged our land;
that man should garner
such an evil crop.

See how our rifled plough,
explosive seed
and mined field,
do ill-prepare the soil;
and fail to nurture
a strong, healthy yield.

But yet we harrow hate,
fertilise fear
or sorrow sow
each new season of death;
and so we harvest
grief and stunted hopes.

Let some bright monsoon gust,
harmattan blast,
or divine force,
weed the hatred out and
shed light to suffuse
our dark harvest moon.



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