Earths Storms.

Hate grows out of a bottle and makes way through joyous people

To a bus stop where it addresses the world before boarding in regular time

We paved the roads to travel on there is no returning to one way streets

Or the coon cap given the runner to make way the only tumbler is now

Not a pledge or a lawyer incarcerated a animal with its head in the can

Unheralded and speaking not standing for anything good except the notion

The final fling and support anything which bellows like a whale brings on

The folks the window now is open for holiday treats beware of the comings

The goings there is no ring to wrestle away the challenges are ill willful 

They are just that the rush down the road a darken outline a sink hole to say

In which Camelot deepens its fall into chaos of hell and follows the leaders 

Not mays flowers 💐 or July celebrations the ugly spokesman now a statue

Replaced by clamming of drums not a tribute but continuing the awful rage

Run the gauntlet which side is in ruin or seated on clay and spade in conformity 

Or as Caesars parade but brave not the good souls lead to unknown pastures 

The return of other things in distrust the bean straw throwback of freedoms call

The family the friends are the cause in celeb don’t eat the grass call home church

The lawn has been trampled underfoot even raging bulls now in herds widening 

Are within the walls a spiraling argument slinging the cry against forced slavery

Now sort of in spaces of freedoms press the spoken word a shield about the worse

Are said and done remain in place but take on the belief to take down the oblique 

Handle of unpopular opinion or deflated ingenuity a long walk through purgatory  

Has become charm.