Thursday, October 2, 2008

Progressive Cacophony

If rain could speak, what would it say?
Yesterday, last night, tomorrow and today
Electric rain will splatter our faces
and leave of glory, absolutely no traces

The clouds that swirl
are hounds of fog in our minds
billowing soot and smog
a heavy laden blanket that blinds

The wind that howls and gusts
could never upturn the gales of our lusts

All hail, all hail all the hail
the bombs of our natures
rained down and left craters
that soon became history's braile

We are a force that should be reckoned with
a force that was borne of nature
So we erupt on a technological plinth,
we will get our own back, but only much too later.

-Stark Botha

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