A Distant Thunder

The early morning hours were dark and gray people hurried from homes without power to some refuge far away; tears shed profuse and tragic freedom is a reality that never seems to last despite their efforts and their pleas pelagic autocratic leaders seek their powers deeply cast; unilateral tragedies and inhumanity forever return beneath the rubble of smoke and dust until democracy and freedom, all hope is burned submissive to a dictator's lust; when you hear and see the smoke and the fires a distant rumble drags each of us into the darkness of the quagmire.