El Niño and desertification… <br /> <br />Broken land has long since died, <br />clouds now for years have lied. <br />The awaited rains so often fail. <br />Million's hearts with hunger wail. <br />Scorching sun bears to burn. <br />Hardened tilth, refuses to turn. <br />No burden beast left with a drive, <br />nor baked son who harkens strive. <br />The wooden yolk cracked and dry, <br />as sheep and dogs all lazy lie. <br />Village square where elders sat, <br />laughed and jeered, tobacco spat. <br />Drinks they downed by the score, <br />with caution now in tea cups pour. <br />"Targa clan's women are whores…. <br />incredible tusks of a shot down boar." <br />Broken dangles the shanty's door, <br />and hollow rings the folksy lore. <br />Humming wheel of miller's store. <br />Hurt and pain of farmers bore. <br />That drove it once, the feed is dry, <br />at parks no more the children cry. <br />Silent cringes the neighbor's cat. <br />Now scarce to see a scurrying rat. <br />The calling kith, from dusty deed, <br />watch with horror, our lives bleed. <br />Wordless in graves our fallen kin. <br />While we entombed in our dusty bin. <br />Hear their footsteps echo still. <br />As we slink! The graveyards fill<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farmers-till-1111-11/
