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.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed my poem. Please leave a heart if you did. It's much appreciated.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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