Storm Clouds
Dave Oakes
Storm clouds on the horizon
Which promise to bring rain
Pelting down upon our heads
Until we squirm in our pain.
Torrents of pelting moisture
Beating down with no end in sight
Flooding out whole families
Always adding to the plight.
The families are all torn apart
They have shelter and warmth no more
All the worldly riches
Cannot make them any less poor.
Every hateful thought we think
Brings more storm clouds coming our way
And every time we act on them
We rush toward that stormy day.
Every time we teach a child to hate
Or ridicule another because they’re not the same
We are bringing ourselves ever closer
To an extremely dangerous game.
All beings have some kind of limit
There is only so much they can take
Before they either die or fight back
Leaving a mass of destruction in their wake.
