The home front

The Home-Front.


At the time when summer ruled by a cruel
sun, so fierce that even hardy weed crinkle
on the ground, there is one good thing,
no rifle blast or gunshots are heard. We are
spared the ungainly sight of elderly men in
camouflage uniforms shooting into bushes
and in holes in the blue sky ,bent on killing
something they don’t need to eat; …it is
called sport. Peace isn’t made to last, never
does, in August it will escape tediousness
and war will resume. As the priest talks of
God and everlasting love, shots are fired
into bushes maiming green leaves. Rabbits,
boars and fowls are Gods gift to mankind.