Power
Outside in the distance
Thunders roll
Not storming
The light is an unexplainable show
When there is death
Some how the clouds
Darken the sky
The sound is so loud
It deafens the ear
A mushroom of smoke
Seems to appear
Blinding was the light
One can only wonder
Reasons for this titanic fight
Making the conscience ponder
Is this right?
Such brightness
In the dimness of night
Undefined by any word
Is this sight
The soul is mournful
And chest feeling so tight
One must ask
Is this a reason to fight?
Thoughts run
Questioning what is right
And what is wrong
All life present
Wiped away, forever gone
Power is a curse
Bringing no good
Not even by those rulers
Praised, or the misunderstood
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2006
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