Thunder

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