Wasteland: Man created desolation. <br />Now although the tides of war have moved on. <br />The earth conceals seeds of destruction <br />One step can trigger an explosion. <br />There’s little hope of reconstruction <br />and even less of compensation... <br /> <br />The simple folk who once farmed hereabout. <br />Were by opposing armies driven out <br />Now homeless refugees they go without. <br />Although receiving sympathy; I doubt <br /> if it will help. Because they are still kept out <br /> by landmines which have not been taken out. <br /> <br />What should be seen as a priority <br /> is not being regarded seriously. <br />Sadly it has been left to charity <br /> to remove the mines but too slowly <br />By experts; all volunteers who gallantly <br />risk life and limb so that the land can be <br /> <br />returned to useful cultivation <br />The landmines made safe every last one <br />no more need to fear explosion <br />The land is safe; a job well done <br />There’s little time to rest we must move on. <br />There always seems to be another one. <br /> <br />Another area needing to be cleared <br />of land mines which are rightly feared. <br />The rightful owners have disappeared <br />forced to flee when rebel soldiers appeared. <br /> When we arrive we won’t be loudly cheered. <br />The land is empty desolate and weird. <br /> <br />14-Mar-09 <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wasteland-7/
