A poem that invokes the fear and power of greed and a redemption from it. |
Enlightening Lightning I walked the halls unbidden, unbound, I stalked the halls absolutely no sound, I followed my target out the door, But found I was the target much more. I was brought to the chamber and stood at the stand, I looked up at the rattling hand, I called for lightning, There was none. That hand came down smashing my fate, Replacing my fear with boiling hate, I looked at the man, who had put me here, That man, a framing peer. And, though feeling like screamin’, At that damn evil demon, I called for lightning, There was none. And that demon just laughed, At the product of his craft, And I ran for the hills, Followed by political wills, I called for lightning, There was none. So I hid in a tree, Where they’d pass by me, Now with a storm in the air, I finally made it there. I stood on the highest hill, The wind a bone-chilling chill, I called for lightning, There was none. I withstood the plant’s sound, Whose cords were hospital bound, Where I’d wait just to end, My horrible, demonic friend, And soon he arrived, To find I’d survived, I called for lightning, There was none. So I made lightning and threw, At that evil demon who, Moved out of the way, And I killed the plant in the fray, I fell to my knees, Thinking I heard their pleas, And when I saw a pole, That might save their souls, I prayed for lightning, There was lightning. |