Bitter Harvest For Friend Corey Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The seeds of death are planted by
men reckless of the consequence
They’re meant to kill the enemy.
But they can destroy innocence.

The warring factions have moved on.
Survivors try to till their land
convinced they’re safe that dangers gone.
They simply do not understand.

Land mines don’t differentiate
between a friend and enemy.
They have been armed and lie in wait
until exploding suddenly.

They are designed to kill and
and this they do impartially.
It’s difficult to name and blame
the authors of each tragedy.

There’s very little you can do
except donate towards the cause.
To pay the experts willing to
clear up the land mines left by wars.

This is your chance to show you
care enough to help financially.
We can provide the men who dare
disarm the land mines carefully

To let subsistence farmers farm
so they can feed their families
Without the constant fear of harm
from dangers which they cannot see.

And leave the children free to play
as children are entitled to.
We can all help in some small way
but only if we’re willing too.

3-Feb-09 http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers