192. I see a half dead hanging scare crow,

SONNET 192

By JH Sayyar
I see a half dead hanging scare crow,
Frightening small birds in the field,
Drinking hemlock sitting on the bough,
None’s courage before a power shield.
Time unfolds the hanging crows' mystery,
When crows falls down with a thud,
Time records gallows date in the history,
Soul flies to heaven; body goes to mud.
As the farmers put into the field potion,
To kill the birds to save the time crops,
How most horrible man’s power notion,
Watching the condition my heart mops.

O Man use wisdom in country matters,
I wonder why not wisdom, you, batters!