Composed Rumbles
There is a storm brewing
the air is thick with tension
as silence muffles the
disquiet of a taxed nation
a community
in waiting
like a storm brewing
on the horizon
waiting to shower
the nation with
a tempered wrath
contained for too long
the heavy rumble
of their voices
an occasional pocket
of peaceful protest
pushes against the
barriers that can
no longer hold
their pain and distress
and as the electric
streaks of lightning
accompany the sonic boom
of fully developed thunder
so will the anger
of the people
support their will
to make protest into policy
demands into actions
like the rumbles
of soft thunder
reminding us
of what is to come
they will ask
but once more
to be respectfully heard
before their entreaties
penetrate boundaries
that continues to loom
like the darkness of
a stormy firmament
that remains only so
until the next flash of
light fills the sky
until there is no more.
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