Oppression

Mayhem, pandemonium total chaos, bedlam, devastation. A soft, soothing breeze turns into a whirlwind, a hurricane causing havoc, death, destruction and untold misery… Is it the fault of the fair wind? The life-giving rainfall cool, refreshing, revitalizing, turns into rainstorm, violent thundershower, lightning causing flash flood, landslide, mass wasting and shambles… Is it the fault of the water? A common man good, God-fearing, eking out a simple livelihood, living a frugal life but sparingly, thrifty and weak-willed. When politicians and priests wreck ruin in his life and he turns violent, causing terror… Is this the fault of a mere man? ~10/1/17 ~Best free-verse poem oct.-Dec. by John Hamilton