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
To share is human:
“For They Have Sown The Wind…”
Poetic Epilepsy
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!
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Thank you!
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