Bio Note: I am a retired physics teacher who has written poems ever since High School. I have taught in Kenya with the Peace Corps, South Bend, Indiana, and Oklahoma City. Recently I have published an historical fiction novel, A Thief in the African Night: The Conflict of Change available on Amazon. It includes a few of my poems.
The Reaping Scythe
The scythe swings It swoops, it slashes At the sorghum It whips and whistles Through the wheat The combine collects Reaps, thrashes, and winnows. Scythe men Swoop down On school children. Invading scythes Whip women Invading their privacy And swoop down On civilians Leaving cold corpses While tanks, Like combines, Gather innocents Into prisons. Missiles whistle, With shrapnel Sharp as scythes, Dropping on cities, Winnowing And bringing Whistling worry On young and old Scattering them Winnowed By the winds of war.
©2022 Joe Miano
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