Monday, 28 July 2014

Storm clouds

Thunder roars

Lightning veins the sky

Eyes peer out in awe and wonder at nature’s power.

But still we dash from homes to cars, from cars to shops

Scurrying under newspaper hats to their dryness

while dancing drops rebound like ping pong ball on the sidewalk.

We are dry, we are safe.

 

Siren roars

Plumes streak the sky

Eyes close in fear of man’s awesome power

They dash from homes to shelters

Scurrying in shadows avoiding the snipers’ sights

while rockets hit the strip squeezing it metre by metre nearer to the sea of oblivion

They are dry but never safe.

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