Saturday, October 19, 2013

Saturday Poetry

The plow of hate 


The plow of hate
digs
the Earth. 

The shining blade 
engraves furrows soaked with tears, 
and tills clots of grudge,
and digs atrocious slashes of mourning, 
and ferrets out the roots of remote revenges, 
and rolls buried tragedies, 
and rediscovers ancient pits of death. 
   
With fanatical anger  
the plow of hate 
slashes
the ground of distant countries,  
and smashes remote regions, 
then it starts scratching 
the calm familiar valleys. 
   
Engraved, stunned,  
plowed,   
the wounded Earth
is waiting for a seed 
to make Peace, 
again, 
blossom.

M. Ivana T. Bach




2 comments:

Folkways Note Book said...

This poem reminds me of native American sayings about the earth. They thought that plowing the earth, when the "white" man did so was hurtful to the earth. -- barbara

Hattie said...

Peace.