Fury

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A Poem About A Midnight Storm

Photo by lee junda on Unsplash

Lightning scratches the sky

Ripping a luminescent wound

Through the inky velvet

Halo of midnight sky.

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The gods are angry.

These humans have forgotten their place.

Their servitude has gone.

Their idols are shiny toys and cold plastic.

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A bang! An assault!

Thunder booms and echoes around the city.

It is felt in every home, apartment and building.

Wake up humans! Hear us roar!

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Bow down and repent.

Humble yourselves

And bring your offerings

Of worship and fear, not tokens and currency.

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Mother Earth stirs.

She hears the call of the gods. Their fury.

She releases her flood

Of tears and anger.

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Stop, Earthlings, and see your pride,

Your greed and your want.

Stop, humans!

Your Mother weeps.

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Deborah Robinson
Deborah Robinson

Written by Deborah Robinson

English Tutor; part-time artist; greyhound mother and recently a fledgling writer. PND survivor; vegan and a bit of an introvert.

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