The seeds of hatred spread grow only death,
The turbines spin like hyperactive brains;
The rains will come, with winds of angry words,
As desolation mars once-fruited
Plains
The seeds of hatred spread grow only death,
The turbines spin like hyperactive brains;
The rains will come, with winds of angry words,
As desolation mars once-fruited
Plains
A powerful poem, Owen!
Thank you!