Anger brewing

 

Anger is brewing,

through pollution clouds

rumbling, slowly stewing,

at the way the world is crumbling.

It screams, asking

why is no one doing anything?

When did this curse blow in?

Disaster movie screenplay imminent,

yet nothing changes,

they seem so ignorant, almost belligerent,

the swaying waves say in bafflement,

Do they not care?

or is it just that no one looks

at the problems in their way?

 

There is anger,

thundering.

Gale force winds

tumbling the sky,

horses hooves

pounding fast.

Thor's hammer is cast,

and the skies

become overcast.

Hooves kicking up

big dark clouds,

gusts of screaming howls,

hells demons prowl

steamrollering everything.

 

The hammer comes down,

smashing the atmosphere,

An almighty crash

the sky collapses in agony.

A crack appears

in the window of the air,

zips across the clouds,

foreboding hanging there.

A moment of daylight

in the middle of a dark night,

as bright slashing lightning

rips the skies apart.

All the rumbling chariots

race to join the might.

 

There are tears of anger,

as the sky weeps in pain.

Crushing deluge of rain,

washes away some

of the grey pollution stains.

Tidal surges rushing

to make acquaintance

with the land,

to sweep away the parasites,

giving a chance to restart

without the wretched human blight

rotting the love in natures heart.

 

 

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