Monday, September 5, 2022

Nobody listens

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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