RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Thunder
It was January eleven
When lightning struck the heavens
Thunder rumbled across the sky
The eagle soared and the hawk cried
This night someone must die
It is the day of reckoning
All things must quake and fear
Behold the great forsakening
The judge is drawing near
We’ve lost all sense of order
All lines proclaiming borders
We wander through an endless night
Taking shells and mortars
The war we feared has just begun
There can be no more sorrow
For war is like a memory that
Lingers till tomorrow
There is no time for looking back
Reflections on the past
Thunder gives fair warning
Of lightning’s mortal blast
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