Midweek Review
Swords and Ploughshares
By Lynn Ockersz
The parched, weary earth,
Is seized by death-spasms,
Floodgates have swung open,
And the signs are that,
In the Climate’s fickleness,
The lot of Man and Beast,
Would mercilessly worsen,
But although Ploughshares,
Lie idle in ruined farm tracts,
Swords are eerily sharpened,
By those aiming at a power-grab.