Winter thunder
Summer haze
Ever wonder
In these days?
Major storming
Flooding zones
Global warming?
Aching bones?
On our knees
They strip land
They oil seas
We raise our hand
A playground quakes?
A ferocious wind?
The glacier breaks
The melt begins
Graying visions
A tsunami sent
Our decision?
Or the President?
Stop his killing
Stop his war
God be willing
We’ll do more.
Ciera S. Louise c. March 15, 2006