The Drought In the Land of Plenty
When drought hits hard
in the land of plenty
it takes time
for the reality
to sink in
whilst we drink our
pre church latte'
we ask God to bless us
for we are your faithful servants
we think we deserve
for our God to bless us
and He does
in His own way
the ignorance, however
is perplexing
rantings about sheep
dying on boats
not maximizing
the inputs in
the feedlots
commodities sliding
the stock market indicators
at the cafe after church
the message gets dissected
the hermaneutics
we think were right
a great steak or lamb roast
is consumed with
baked vegies
out in the paddock
livestock struggles
dies in the thousands
the rains did not come
in time for fodder
complaints about the
prize of meat
reverberate
perhaps it is time to wake up
to the reality of
how the drought hits
in the land of plenty.
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