Haiku of desolation
Desolate pictures
of a land laid waste. We watch
as it is fulfilled.
A hot northerly
is bearing down upon us;
it does not relent.
Like stupid children
not knowing what is right; my
people do evil.
The earth is wasted,
and the skies bring no light; all
the birds have flown off.
What had been fruitful
will be desert, and cities
will be laid in ruins.
It won't be the end,
but the punishment must hold;
God's mind won't be changed
Nobody listens
to the voice of the prophets;
much to demanding.
© Ken Rookes 2022
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