RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
The Healing
There’s a shadow moving across the land
A great cloud of dust and sorrow
Everywhere it goes the people fall
And pray for rain tomorrow
To wash away this evil spell
This sickness of the soul
Some say it is the will of god
An undoing of the whole
But what god is so spiteful?
A god of ruin and disease
We need a god of healing
A god of mercy if you please
We know it is the work of man
And not the work of heaven
This scourge across a barren land
The horrors come in seven
Pestilence and drought
Fire, wind and thunder
Wars that never ever end
Waves that take us under
Pray for the great healing
No matter who or where you are
Pray to the god you know
Pray to the healing star
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