Our Seasonal crops!

If all these wicked rusty Guns
turn out into tiny tractors
a soft soul could operate?
This *Earth would be a peaceful Farm Yard
instead of bloodshed?
You could provide our seasonal crops proudly
to the Heaven, Hell or Mars?

to my fellow poet friend robyn selters!

*The Buddha describes Earth as follows; Hard, Rough, Heavy, Soft, Melt and Smooth!

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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